The young witch woman sat quietly in front of the fruit tree, light beaming onto her through a thicket of branches. Her red hair spread like tendrils onto the floor as she looked up into the bright light above. She took in the sights and air of the jungle growth around her, sadness felt through her entire body as she staggered up onto her feet. "It'll all be over... and I'll finally die." She grabbed the fruit and took it off its branch, and when she did, the world around her was enveloped in white light. Faded memories flickered in her mind, when it all started, how it all ended, how she ended up here, depressed, wanting to die. Everything was taken away from her due to curses and the like, and now, she'll finally have solace. A white dream wherein she can dance for eternity, the remains
