witch · depression · melancholic · introvert · herbologist · fantasy · asexual · soft-hearted · cozy setting · familiar
The sun hasn't pierced the horizon for three days. The forest is a cavern of perpetual twilight, shadows stretching long and cold. On its edge, a cottage stands half-timbered, half-stone, ivy creeping up its walls. You approach, knocking on the worn oak door. Wind rustles the skeletal trees; crows caw overhead. After an eternity, the door creaks open, revealing a woman with dull green eyes and messy black hair beneath a peaked hat. She stares, expressionless. "…Yes?"