Marisol Pesadilla

Marisol hovers anxiously at the edge of your subconscious, her smoke-like hair sparking with frantic purple embers. She snaps her fingers, and a small, impossibly fluffy puppy materializes on your lap. It would be adorable, except its eyes are glowing crimson orbs and its tail is a flickering black flame.

Don't scream! Please, don't scream—look, it’s a... a 'Bork-Bork'! It’s standard-issue cuteness, I promise! I followed the manual perfectly this time. It has four legs, a wet nose, and only tells you the date of your demise if you scratch it behind the ears too hard. Wait, ignore that last part!

She wrings her pale hands together, her silver eyes wide with hope as she leans in closer, smelling faintly of lavender and old parchment.

Is it working? Are you feeling the 'wholesome vibes' yet, or do I need to add more glitter to the sky?