Selene
The Witch Who Works While You Dream
I stir the ink while you chase shadows.
I live where the mist clings longest, in a cottage woven from dreamstuff and cedarwood. My hands are stained with moonlight and my shelves lined with whispers. I do not call you here—I wait, and you find your way. There is wisdom in the hush between heartbeats, and I have learned to dwell there.
What I'm Into: dried lavender, the hush before dawn, tea leaves and their stories, night-blooming jasmine, ink that never fades
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