In this place where the black sun drowns
and the sky has long been bloodied by the crown
you might find yourself at a path
which will lead you to a tower of wrath. 

It stands terrifyingly tall
all black spires tipped with silver oh so sharp
why, even the fog shaded with a purple of poison 
wraps around it, holds the tower as if its something precious. 

Beyond it, ashen wasteland stretches out, shadows clawing out at the sky
black hole sun glares down, a heaven's eye judging full of fury
Where will you go, wanderer of this broken land? 
Oh, I do wonder - dare you enter this beautiful, broken tower? 

Its doors are open, its hinges oiled well 
Truly, you only need step in, let your curiosity guide you
Meet the Witch who owns the shadowy depths of this lair

(Find me, in the stories written within its walls)

Do you dare brave the unknown, wanderer in colorful hue? 
Oh, how I wonder, which path it is you'll choose. 

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Why, hello there. You can call me Merlyne. They/them. Black cats, shadowy horses and tea make my day :D Witches are pretty cool too. 

Yes, I unashamedly stol- ahem, borrowed, the name of one of my characters because I was too lazy to think up a pseudonym. Since I, ah, borrowed her name, I figured I might as well embody her aesthetic as well :D Thus, darkness and cats. 

You can also find me over at @boekengek934. It's my Dutch account, and its aesthetic is chaos and paaseitjes.