name Gahata Meiji
height 170
birth 8/8
age 16?

​Deep, deep within the forest of slumber,
set adrift in a coffin like a small, quiet boat,
on the farthest edge of some forgotten dream,
a young girl slept alone.

Her name was Meiji.

She is a soft little witch
who loves old tales
and finds comfort in the scent of tea.

While Meiji slept,
little Frill stayed by her side.

Its flame-like head swayed blue,
then rolled into a gentle pink,
mimicking Meiji’s presence
and flicking its glow to tell of each small change.

Ah—there it is,
the sign of waking.
The coffin lid opens,
slowly, slowly.

The girl who should have been inside a dream
opens her eyes yet still walks halfway within one.
She prefers dreams,
just a little more than the winds of this world.

So Meiji is whimsical;
she smiles like a drifting petal
and grows quiet just as lightly.

She brews her tea,
chats with Frill,
and sets off once more,
moving more gently than reality itself.

Her voice is
the lingering scent of a dream the forest of sleep left behind—

It hops with quiet grace, while a touch of sweetness lingers.

――This is the tale
of a witch who dusted her hair
with a single drop of dream
when she returned from her slumber.

As her song unfolds the world,
she wanders on,
carrying a soft, quiet magic today as well.