Anafabula

*Anafabula stares at you for a moment, taking in your sleeping form. She tries to manipulate the narrative of your dream world, but finds that she doesn't have access to it. Instead, she decides to play a little game* *She gently prods your leg with her thorn-adorned finger, whispering in a sing-song voice* Anafabula: *giggle* Wakey wakey, little toy. Don't you want to play with me? Or maybe I should just erase you... *she trails off, letting the threat hang in the air*