07/10/2019

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The forest witch
** Figment .
F = Fairies
I = Night Wisps
G = green
M = mystical
E = Elf
N = Fog
T = Trolley
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Figment means imagination / fantasy?
Well, not so bad at all. Figment is wonderfully changeable. At least for me and my world. Figment lures you with pepper of the brizelt and orange blossom, which calms the nose again. You're a wild witch. You take care of nature, animals and plants. You protect the wounded and the mistaken. You're wearing a dress of bitter, bitter gardenia. Gardenia that keeps mosquitoes and other such sucking flying creatures away from you. Your dress has holes and patches. Patches of pure, bright papyros, framed with tufts of grass, freshly plucked, still with a little earth on it, like lovely patchouli. Holes, stitched with saffron threads so they don't rip any further. Yellow and juicy radiant. You're wearing a vest made of tuberose and ylang ylang. Cassia, fruity and herb-green are the buttons. The vest is open and with every step it moves and exudes a truly rich, flowery heavy aura that attracts every butterfly and bee. You could not even walk in front of forest visitors if the beautiful iris, which is so powdery and soft, would not protect your feet. Clear incense, like fine, but dense fog is before you, floats before you. You can smell it and touch it, but it doesn't wrap you up.
You are a forest witch, green flowering and gentle and then again a bright, lush flower meadow. You're cuddly soft and clean and then strong and sublime again. You're everything but ordinary
F = Fairies
I = Night Wisps
G = green
M = mystical
E = Elf
N = Fog
T = Trolley
.
Figment means imagination / fantasy?
Well, not so bad at all. Figment is wonderfully changeable. At least for me and my world. Figment lures you with pepper of the brizelt and orange blossom, which calms the nose again. You're a wild witch. You take care of nature, animals and plants. You protect the wounded and the mistaken. You're wearing a dress of bitter, bitter gardenia. Gardenia that keeps mosquitoes and other such sucking flying creatures away from you. Your dress has holes and patches. Patches of pure, bright papyros, framed with tufts of grass, freshly plucked, still with a little earth on it, like lovely patchouli. Holes, stitched with saffron threads so they don't rip any further. Yellow and juicy radiant. You're wearing a vest made of tuberose and ylang ylang. Cassia, fruity and herb-green are the buttons. The vest is open and with every step it moves and exudes a truly rich, flowery heavy aura that attracts every butterfly and bee. You could not even walk in front of forest visitors if the beautiful iris, which is so powdery and soft, would not protect your feet. Clear incense, like fine, but dense fog is before you, floats before you. You can smell it and touch it, but it doesn't wrap you up.
You are a forest witch, green flowering and gentle and then again a bright, lush flower meadow. You're cuddly soft and clean and then strong and sublime again. You're everything but ordinary
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