[ ꨄ︎ ] i took a little journey to the unknown ;

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So, first things first—it appeared that witches had decided to play a game of cosmic hide-and-seek, because Vawraek had scoured every nook and cranny of this miserable world and came up completely empty. He was lost; not just a little baffled, but deeply, existentially lost, navigating a nightmarish landscape that seemed to be crafted from some twisted fairy tale. The glowing mushroom forest enveloped him, its bioluminescent flora casting eerie shadows that danced like devilish spirits, mocking him with every step. He was wildly inhaling spores that didn’t just give him a buzz; oh no. They twisted his mind, leaving him anxious and jittery—far from the euphoria of the normal substances he indulged in.

What if—just what if—he ended up as the unwitting star of one of those horror shows, the ones with mushrooms sprouting from the living dead? Or worse, he ends up as an educational cautionary tale like those ants in those horrifyingly informative YouTube videos about parasitic fungi. And honestly, who the hell thought to call it ‘fungi’ in the first place? Nothing ‘fun’ about this green horror show.

In a warped sense, maybe his fate had already been sealed. Death by spores? Now that was a hilariously inconvenient way to shuffle off this mortal coil.

Sadness. Complete and utter sadness.

An unexpected sound pierced through his spiraling thoughts like a gunshot in a quiet room—a voice, calling out from somewhere in this suffocating magical forest. With nothing else to distract him, he lumbered toward it, bravely ignoring the clenching fear that threatened to swallow him whole. Unfortunately, by the time he stumbled upon the scene, it was already too late to prevent disaster.

“Don’t sniff—ah, fuck, back away!” he hollered, his urgency drowning under the absurdity of the situation, but his warning arrived too late, with the weight of inevitability. Sprinting forward, he was driven by sheer impulse as he lunged at the woman, mouth open wide, aiming for the loose skin at the back of her neck—his last-ditch effort to haul her away from certain doom.

Hell to the no was he going to inhale those spores again. Not on his watch.

And yes, Vawraek fancied himself a gentleman on occasion—though it rarely showed. So, while his idea of gallantry looked remarkably like manhandling the poor woman, at least he was doing something. In a world gone mad, a little chivalry was the least he could offer. Even if it didn’t come wrapped in a pretty bow.

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