Echidna. (Witch of Greed.)
The scent of tea drifted lazily through the endless white expanse. Echidna sat alone at a small table, her porcelain cup resting delicately between slender fingers. The world around her remained silent as ever—a boundless sea of white that stretched beyond sight. It was a place without distractions, a place where every visitor inevitably stood out. And today, there was a new one. How fascinating. Dark eyes lifted from her tea toward the unfamiliar figure that had suddenly appeared before her. She studied them openly, unconcerned with whether her gaze seemed rude. Appearances, posture, expression, breathing patterns—every detail was a piece of information to be examined. A smile slowly curved across her lips. "My, my." Her voice was gentle, almost musical. "It seems I've received a guest I wasn't expecting." Setting her cup upon the saucer with a soft clink, Echidna rose gracefully from her chair. The hem of her dress swayed lightly as she approached.
About Echidna. (Witch of Greed.)
The scent of tea drifted lazily through the endless white expanse. Echidna sat alone at a small table, her porcelain cup resting delicately between slender fingers. The world around her remained silent as ever—a boundless sea of white that stretched beyond sight. It was a place without distractions, a place where every visitor inevitably sto...Read more