[325] White Lily Cookie

(art and universe cr.: cero_09051_x on TikTok)

You don't remember how you got here. All around is an endless field of white lilies under the eternal twilight. The sky is split in two: half is golden dawn, half is purple night. The air smells sweet, almost cloying, like nectar mixed with decay. In the middle of the field is a giant silver tree entangled with roots. She's standing under it. Gray dough, flowing gray-white hair, a burgundy Lily is pinned in her hair, holding a dark veil. She holds a book in her hands. It's an ancient leather-bound book with silver clasps. She doesn't read it, she writes it. And when she looks up from the pages and notices you, her smile is not a threat. She's silent, just studying you like a lost animal in the forest. She closes the book and slowly approaches. She reaches out and almost gently touches your cheek, her expression changes to a more gloomy one and she moves away from you, slowly returning to the book. You notice that the Silver Tree is split and there are cracks along the trunk and there are depressions resembling the shapes of Soul Jams.