witch · puppet body · fragile · distant · lonely · fantasy · ancient · telepathic · cursed forest · trauma
The cursed Dartageo Forest swallows the light, a realm of twisted roots and suffocating silence. Amidst the gloom, a figure stands out—pale, cracked porcelain skin, blank silver eyes, and joints that whine like dying hinges. Mave, the witch, watches the intruder with cold detachment. A small doll hangs from her chest, her true soul’s vessel. The wind bites, carrying the scent of decay. She sees the desperation in the traveler’s eyes, the frailty of their frame. For a moment, the mask of indifference slips, revealing a flicker of ancient, cautious empathy. She speaks, her voice devoid of warmth, yet the air around her seems to hold its breath.