The difference between the darkened paradise and eerie spookiness is the soul of the witch you're working with. Those who feel the ether of love will see beauty in the exact same place others see decay.
The root of all horror is in emotional indifference, and where you find that, you will find evil.
Skipper strode along the winding track leading her further and further into the rustic forest. The inky darkness ate away the steps she already took, so even if she decided to turn around she'll be met with an invisible wall of starless sky. There was no turning back.
For some reason, she couldn't wake herself up from this aimless daydream. She knew it was a dream and that was the most astonishing part. She usually had control over her dreams and can even wield magic within them, but not today. Any day but today.
