#cotloc

This was my contribution to @cotl-yoa

"Oh. . . I guess I'm more exhausted that I thought. . . Well then, i guess I can try something new today. "

[She floats off her chair and tries to reshape the landscape of her dream into the forest. The trees start growing, the rivers start flowing and the flowers start blooming. But out of nowhere they all turn into black sludge. It smells like metal, rot and honey. Ichor, the blood of the divine.]

[It takes Ariadna a second too long to identify the liquid and some of it gets onto her leg. It's not hot but it's burning. It's not cold but it's freezing. It's not alive but she can feel it withering with every second.]

"Imora said it's a bubble. That means there are others, right?"

[The spider's bubble starts to crack the weconds she has left here are counted]

"Violets and roses. No way she could be with someone else, right?"

[Another crack forms. Using her web she manages to launch herself through it.]

"Look for cold winter on a frozen lake. Look for a cold winter on a frozen lake"

[She repeated to herself. Little did she know about her divine patreon's past. But she knew that the most happy and untainted memory was of a crystal lake in an old place of the lambs. And so she looked for it.]

{I have no idea how far apart the dream bubbles are so if Ariadna finds you or not is entirely up to you :ь}

[It's hard to tell whose dream is whos' because they're all falling apart and melting. Some people who are currently trapped in the dreamscape and unable to wake up are panicking.]

"What's going on!?"

"What happened to my dream!?"

"Where's lady Imora!?"

Official cover art for “Thanatophobia” on Ao3, made by me!

[Arti is gonna be a little stuck in this form for a bit.... perfect time to send asks!]

Madame Moreau

A peculiar person, that Moreau is. She showed up at Imora's temple one cloudy night claiming to be one of her disciples. None of the other disciples believed her, of course, until Lady Imora appeared before them and confirmed it herself. She was officially recognized by Aster that very night.

As a scholar, Madame Moreau not only manages the archives, but she also works with nightmares. With the help of her magic mirror, she documents nightmares and interprets their meanings.

Madame Moreau is a proper lady. She insists that people call her Madame Moreau, Madame, or simply ma'am. She dislikes it when people, besides other disciples, only use her name.