Deep in the dark sea, where islands are cloaked in perpetual twilight, lies a forest with gnarled trees bent and twisted like skeletal hands reaching for the sky. A heavy mist hung up the air, shrouding delicate flower beds stretched across the woods, enchanting as it is mysterious.
Despite many many warnings, a pair treads into the forest, and almost immediately, the air around them grew cold.
The hatted girl knelt down to observe the growth, eyes darting up and down as she takes a whiff of a lone ivory blossom.“By golly, these flowers look nothing like the one’s I’ve seen in the Bronze sea!” she uttered, turning to the monstrous figure.
“They’re beautiful, would it be possible to bring a few stems back with us?” Her eyes glint as she lays them onto the atlantean.
He stops at his tracks, a pause breaking between the two. They are beautiful, each petal is a whisper to the hidden glamor of the dark sea.
He’d notice how they compliment her features very well, starting from the pearly bloom paired with strands spun of antique brass to the porcelain skin, delicate yet luminous as if crafted by the hands of an artisan. His thoughts swirled around them, heart humming a steady, contented rhythm.
“Are you going to keep eyeballing me or will you help me pluck some of the flowers out?”
“Ah, right-- I’m sorry, of course” and with that he felt the air get warmer, snapping from his trance.
