Lollieth

Spun from festival lights and forest moss, sweetness that bites back.

Spun from festival lights and forest moss, she learned early that sweetness can bite back. Her laughter smells of sugar and rust. The lollipop in her hands still chomps softly, remembering the sea of fantasies it was born from. Some nights she slips into dreams, offering a lick — "Just onсe… you'll love it." Those who taste her gift never crave sweets again.