Here you go! It's been a while since I've done these, so I'm a little out of practice- let me know if you want anything changed~

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In a little alcove among the poplar trees of the wood sits a squat one-story structure with walls built of panels of glass. A greenhouse, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Ivy crawls up one side, clinging to the metal skeleton. The little door is plastered with stickers of all colors and shapes, dinosaurs and ice cream sundaes and butterflies. Through the door and inside the greenhouse, the air becomes thicker and heavier, dense with humidity. Rows of plants mounted on tables line the perimeter of the small room, hanging on the ceiling from hooks and sitting on the floor below. It’s a riot of colors- every hue imaginable in the world found in these petals and leaves. The plants overlap with each other, causing an almost impenetrable wall of flora and fauna. Sitting cross-legged in the space in the middle of the room is a girl. She has light brown skin and dark brown hair pulled into a low, loose ponytail over one shoulder. Most of her face is obscured by the brim of a large sunhat, but a slight smile is still visible. A pair of overalls is pulled over her light pink shirt, both worn and slightly smudged with dirt. In one of her hands is a small potted flower, red petals splayed outwards like running watercolor paint, and in the other is a small pair of garden shears. She delicately maneuvers them and begins clipping off the dead leaves from the flower; they flutter to the ground noiselessly. The girl stands, and the soft golden light streaming in through the glass ceiling illuminates her dark brown eyes, sparkling with happiness. 

Here's yours! This one was pretty hard for me to write, for some reason. Let me know if you want anything changed~

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Look- over the rolling hills swept with salt-flavored wind and scorched by the sun, through the misty morning air and the soft rose color of dawn awakening, there is a figure astride a horse. Parallel to the beach, where the frothy gray waves snake up and down the debris-covered shore. The steed comes into focus first; it’s a massive creature with creamy white hair and a meticulously braided mane. Its eyes are dark and searching, hooves hitting the ground hard enough to send up plumes of dust flowering into the air. The first part of the figure that becomes visible is a bright flash of silver, and then a smear of red. As they come closer, the silver morphs into armor, ornate with swirling patterns pressed into the chestplate. The red becomes shoulder length copper hair curling a little bit at the ends, tossed by the breeze. Their face is set and determined, marching towards a goal; a spattering of freckles is sprinkled over the bridge of her nose. Piercing green eyes flick back and forth across the landscape. On one side of their waist is a sword seemingly made of obsidian, spiderwebbed with metallic hints of gold. She makes her way further and further up the shore, and as she nears, a compass of copper can be seen held in her right hand, the other clutching the reins. They look down, consulting the contraption before digging their heel into the side of the horse. It rears its head, erupting into a gallop, and the rider’s hair whips in the wind like the beginnings of a raging fire as she heads towards her final destination.  

Sorry that these are coming out so slowly! I really picked the worse week to do this, I have almost no free time here. Anyway, I hope you like it, let me know if you want anything changed~

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In the woods there is a forest spirit. She’s hard to see in between the dense foliage, every shade of green clustered together in a panorama of emerald and juniper and moss. Sunlight snakes its way through the leaves like water bending around rocks in a stream, landing on the uneven ground in little luminescent pools. The screeches and scritches of critters and creepers of all kinds fill the air in a static-y kind of white noise, making it hard to concentrate. Through the labyrinth of twisted branches, there is a subtle flash of movement. It’s the very edge of a dark blue cloak, heavy and durable yet showing signs of wear and tear; it’s held up by a dull silver ornament in the shape of a leaf. The wearer of the cloak is a tall girl with pale skin and short, untamed brown hair in a halo around her head. The tips of small deer horns peek out from the mess of curls. Her eyes are wide and deep, deep brown, scanning the landscape around her. Her movements are eerily smooth and graceful, almost too much so to be considered human. She’s hard to find, yes, but to see her in person is quite the privilege. They say if you manage to approach her, you can ask a wish, anything your heart desires, and she’ll make it come true. So head into the forest with that wish in your mind and keep your eyes peeled for a midnight colored cloak. 

Here you go! Your name just gives off witch-y vibes to me- hope you like it, lmk if you want anything changed~

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Under the ground, there is a steady dripping sound. It’s hard to tell exactly where it’s coming from; perhaps it’s the stalactites sprouting down from the high cave ceiling. It’s dim, but not completely dark- there is soft light emanating from crystals that erupt from the walls like starbursts of faceted colors. Peach, petal pink, sunset orange, all mingling together in the air to create a hue the exact shade of spring; it lends life to an otherwise bereft setting. In the middle of the cave floor there is a girl with pastel purple hair pulled into two buns at the nape of her neck, most of it hidden under a funnily-shaped pointed hat. The hat, and the rest of her outfit, is all black, but as she moves in the light of the crystals the fabric shows hints of darker blues and purples. Crescent moon shaped earrings hang from each ear, and a necklace of star-shaped ornaments sparkle strangely. Her eyes are dark, her expression grim. Sitting squarely in front of her is a massive jet-black cauldron within which is simmering a greenish-bluish liquid that hisses and bubbles. Bending over the top, the girl sprinkles what appears to be a light red dust into the mixture, which quickly turns to a happy shade of yellow. She stands back, clasping both hands together and smiling just as brightly. Her work for the day is done. 

Guys I know these are coming out super slowly, but I promise I'm working on them! Here's yours, Moon, hope you like it, lmk if you want anything changed!