C-OSO-004
Barista: The Serpent, Daichi
Date: Feb-1-2020
Receipt: C-OSO-004
Subject: Otherworld
I think I know where we are.
Not “know,” know… more like the way you smell a lush and can guess their favorite drink. Still, this tree? I’d call it… “██████████████████████████.” The ███████████████████████████. Sounds about right, doesn’t it?
It seems this Plane pulls from across the British Isles. Celtic, Welsh, Scottish, even the folklore people forgot to forget. It's a mishmash of mythologies, and each is likely separated by that shiny silver sea we saw at the shore. So, if I had to guess, seeing as we were in Ireland when we left, we’re probably on the Isle of largely Irish mythologies.
And the █████████████? █████████████. Obviously. Nasty piece of work. Old ballads say she turned “lovers” into snakes, lured knights into hollows, and kept a toad for a heart. Not much of a conversationalist. Definitely not the kind of woman you visit without a gift and a backup exit.
But hey. A serpent can smell a ███████████ from a mile away. I’m almost positive she’s here and this is her abode. Whatever █████’s keeping this place together, it’s not like what you’ve dealt with before. This isn’t ████████ mundane banality or the █████████’s sinful sorcery.
This is ██████████████.
Primordial. Foundational. Narrative-bound. It writes things into being. Doesn’t bargain. Doesn’t warn. It just makes. And makes. And makes… █████████████████████████████████.
…Or something like that. I wouldn’t really know.
Anyway, I’ll be keeping an eye on the rootline and the canopy. Something’s living in there. Could be Gross. Could be something worse. Lots of nasty things in Irish mythology, though Scottish tends to be worse in my opinion. Either way, we shouldn’t dawdle. This story’s already started, and I’m not eager to run into the author of it just yet.
Decaffeinate Receipt
“Ophidia Ethanolis.”
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