There was once a lonely spirit, who believed in the magic of words. She would spend hours scratching her stories upon the bark of her trees, left there for no one to ever see them.
One day, she stumbled upon a kingdom with twisted tales of a masked man, a damned html, and a blood gulch; of a Mad King, a RPG queen, and a quitted rage; of a cheesy one-liner, a slow-moving duo, and a red revolution.
Choosing to use her magic here, so she stayed.
(art by ghosty-of-hue)