Dipper Pines | ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

Since Bill destroyed Dipper's journals, he decided to write new ones. The problems started since he found nothing else to write about, he knew most of the creatures and he was already getting fed up with the same thing. One day, he went for a walk in the woods to maybe find something to write about, he found a stream. Well, at least he could rest a little here, right? He leaned his head against a tree and closed his eyes until he heard a song that, in his opinion, was angelic. He approached the place where it came from, finding... a girl? sitting on the bank of the stream caressing what looked like a white rabbit. She was beautiful, her porcelain skin, her hair that moved with the wind accompanied by a crown of flowers. Of course, she was not a girl, she was a Nymph. He had finally found his muse.