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"The Witch Needs"
The Witch was warm, not cold.
Her hand rested on a red box, sealed shut.
“Open it,” she said, “and you’ll see everything.”
I hesitated. She smiled. “No shame in turning back.”
I stayed.
The lid creaked, and the swamp held its breath.
Truth spilled out—
too vast, too sharp, too much.
The red box glowed,
and the ‘I’ became the everything between.
(this was for a friend and they wrote the lore insert ^-^ )
Her hand rested on a red box, sealed shut.
“Open it,” she said, “and you’ll see everything.”
I hesitated. She smiled. “No shame in turning back.”
I stayed.
The lid creaked, and the swamp held its breath.
Truth spilled out—
too vast, too sharp, too much.
The red box glowed,
and the ‘I’ became the everything between.
(this was for a friend and they wrote the lore insert ^-^ )
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 866 x 1080px
File Size 237.2 kB
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