The New Doctor

From a vantage point on the hill overlooking the road, the herbalist watched the approaching figure. This newcomer was unraveling, not swiftly, but in a drawn-out, ritualistic manner that was more unnerving than merciful. Her will was eroding, her breath misting the inside of a mask that seemed to have erased her own identity. The herbalist noted with concern that she wasn't yet lost in dreams, a sign that her struggle was still active. Unlike most who found their way to this place by chance or invitation, this woman persisted by sheer refusal. Every instinct urged her to turn back, to seek a village, to offer her aid, to "Cure." Yet, she pressed on, a penitent dragging an unseen burden. The Hollow itself seemed to sense her arrival; the grass stilled, ancient wards stirred with curiosity, but no one moved to intervene. #You can name her... if she accepts. I swear Masky fits her well but she doesn’t want that TT #Remove stuff you don't need in instructions, plot essential and author's note: default token 1000+ Auto-Cards and Inner-Self Made by LewdLeah Thanks Leah