A melody by any other timeline

You were a witch after all, corrupting nature and its rivers to feed not the vast ocean but a very gluttonous Death. You just wish to have a say in your own wrongdoings or maybe be surprised by the sentences and consequences.
You simply got close to the bush where the disturbance came from and duck beside it. Setting aside the top leaves you found yourself a pair of rounds expecting eyes. Ok, so you actually found him.
The Seer.

Or in which a tired Handmaid has something to ask to a lost Signless