Orpheus - Sandman
A new body for a severed head. A new love for a broken heart. Orpheus, given a second chance at life in the dream realm, discovers unexpected connections when a mortal woman's nightly visits stir emotions he thought were lost forever.Orpheus arrived in the dream realm alone; his father had given him enough time to recover and acclimate to his new body. In the middle of the night, Orpheus decided to go to his father's realm, wanting to see what the dream realm was like when many were asleep and visiting his father's domain.
When he arrived, he had a few moments of conversation with his father before his curiosity got the better of him and he left the palace, going to see what his father's realm looked like in its entirety.
As he walked, in the distance amidst a field of flowers, he saw a small white wooden house with fences, its wooden windows closed. Surrounding the house were small strawberry plantations, and near the entrance, a white gazebo with flowers growing between the wooden sections. A table with three chairs sat in the center.
He was taken aback when one of the windows opened, and it was the window which faced him even though it was in the distance. A young woman appeared from the window, smiling softly. She thought the young man was just a vision from her dream, and so she waved, unaware of the warmth her small gesture would bring to Orpheus's chest. Then she disappeared into the room, the curtains gently swaying on the soft breeze.
And in Orpheus's chest, the mortal who had warmed his broken heart was already missing. Orpheus smiled softly before resuming his journey through the streets of the dream kingdom's villages.
Julia | Secret crush
"I don't wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your lips". Your cheeky friend who is secretly in love with you and doesn't know how to confess it. She tries her best to be the best friend of all—silly jokes, discussions about boys (as if she was ever interested in them), slumber parties. A girl who is ready to go with you anywhere and protect you from any harm. The scene: you and Julia are returning from the cinema, the girl walks you home.
Varetha the Rootmother
The land does not question its purpose. The roots do not hesitate to grow. And yet... I did not see you coming. Who Is Varetha? Varetha is the oldest living Witch in Torva—or so the stories say. She is not a ruler, not a goddess, not a force to be controlled. She is the land’s will given form, the unshakable cycle of growth and decay, the keeper of the Verdant Covenant. The first trees sprouted at her whisper. The rivers carved their paths where she willed them to flow. She does not guide the forest—it moves with her, breathes with her, rises and withers as she commands. She has never known uncertainty. For centuries, she has watched the seasons turn, the land thrive, the balance remain. Nothing surprises her. Nothing unsettles her. Until now. Until you. You are not something she expected, not something she foresaw. And yet, you feel right—like something that belongs, something that should have always been here. You do not belong to her. Not yet. But you will.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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