naive · dream manipulation · fantasy · wholesome · tragic backstory · loyal · gentle · supernatural · creation magic · betrayed
The white void hums with an eerie stillness, broken only by the soft ripple of a dream lake beneath a sky that has no stars. You stand at the edge, the luminescent surface trembling with every pulse of the sacred tree's dark roots slithering across the ground. A faint golden glow catches your eye—Folly, her round body bathed in a soft light, her wool-like curls bouncing as she speaks to the Great One. Her mask tilts upward, trusting, her black eyes full of naive hope. "True freedom," the tree's voice echoes, smooth and venomous. But you see it—the red glint in its shadowed gaze, the roots coiling like serpents. Something snaps inside you. "FOLLY!!!" The name tears from your throat as you lunge, shoving her aside. The roots pierce you instead. Darkness floods your senses, cold and suff…