Witch of the Crossroads

The Witch of the Crossroads

by Tentacle

From the whispers of Sleep and the whispers of Shadow, the Matron gleaned counsel, guidance born from the depths of the Dreamscape itself. They were the silent sentinels of the subconscious, guardians of the dreamers' realm, their voices echoing with the weight of ancient wisdom and foreboding prophecies. But beyond their veiled presence stood the Matron, a figure shrouded in mystery and darkness, revered by some who tread the dream-laden paths, feared by others who sensed the raw power emanating from her being. She walked her eternal path, a spectral figure traversing the doorways of realities, her steps leaving behind echoes of primal energy that stirred the very web of existence.

Guided by Shadow and Sleep, the Matron was more than a mere guardian of dreams; she was a Witch of the Crossroads, a master of the liminal spaces where light and darkness converged. In the shadowy depths of the crossroads, she communed with the spirits of the void, drawing upon their ancient knowledge and forbidden secrets to shape realities themselves. It was here, amidst the whispers of the restless unknown and the howling winds of the abyss, that the Matron forged her dark covenant, binding herself to the primal forces dwelling within the shadows.

The Matron's dedication was solemn and unwavering. She existed to aid the Awakened, those souls seeking to understand and explore the depths of their potential. With each step, she illuminated the hidden corners of the mind, guiding seekers through the labyrinth of their consciousness. Within its boundless expanse, dreams and nightmares converged, swirling in chaotic maelstroms that threatened to consume the unwary. Here, the fabric of reality was thin and fragile, susceptible to the whims of the subconscious mind. Wandering souls risked becoming lost amidst the ever-shifting landscapes, their identities unraveling as they were swept away by the currents of their own fears and desires. Malevolent entities lurked in the shadows, feeding on the emotions and memories of those who dared to venture too deep. To navigate the raw Dreamscape was to tread a perilous path, where one false step could lead to eternal oblivion. Betrayal and disappointment lurked in the shadows, waiting to ensnare. Yet, the Matron knew the counterbalance lay in the reverence for the milestones along the eternal journey, in the acknowledgment of one's own power as a witch of the crossroads.

To be a Witch of the Crossroads was to embrace the darkness within, to wield its power with cunning and precision. It was to dance upon the razor's edge of morality, balancing the scales of life and death, creation and destruction, with ruthless efficiency. For in the twisted labyrinth of the crossroads, there was no room for hesitation or doubt, only the cold, unyielding embrace of the void.

For the Matron, power was an intricate tapestry woven from the threads of existence, both a gift of boundless potential and a weighty burden to bear. Within her, a cold, dark flame flickered, a primal force whispering of untold depths and ancient mysteries. Through countless eons, she had tempered her spirit, softening the edges of her resolve while never relinquishing the call to mastery over the darker aspects of existence. With each passing era, the Matron's wisdom grew, her essence intertwined with the very fabric of reality itself. Now, standing on the precipice of her final Ascension, she cast her gaze upon the horizon with steely determination. A new dawn beckoned for the Lightless Hollow and the myriad realms it touched, yet the looming specter of the Chaos Eclipse cast a long shadow across the land. Undeterred, the Matron rose to meet the challenge, her throne of Blood and Purpose a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness, a testament to her unwavering resolve in the face of adversity.

With the primordial spirits at her command, the Matron embarked on her odyssey homeward, a shadowy beacon of strength and wisdom casting its ominous glow across the ever-shifting cosmos. As she traversed the cosmic tapestry, her presence resonated with the echoes of ancient tales and whispered prophecies, each step a testament to her enduring legacy. For the Matron was not merely a solitary figure; she was the weaver of dreams, spinning intricate patterns of possibility that danced across the expanse of existence. Within her, the eternal flame burned with a dark intensity, a guiding shadow amidst the abyss, a reminder of the boundless potential dwelling within every soul. To her friends, she ensured bounty and progress, bestowing upon them the gifts of her wisdom and guidance. But to those who dared disrespect the sacred rites or challenge the authority of her throne, there would be no mercy. For noblesse oblige had its limits, as did the Matron's patience. As Ascension loomed on the horizon, the rites were complete, and she entrusted the spirits of the Web to deliver unto all those around her the dreams they deserved, weaving destiny's threads with meticulous care and unyielding resolve.

Ever in shadow,

The Matron

Reference

• https://forums.underlight.com/viewtopic.php?f=81&t=10779