Deep within the forest of the unknown where neither sun nor moon are present, only a canopy of trees with purple light shining through the cracks illuminating the only path. Further into the walkway, trees decrease in size and branches divide. Above is both sky and clouds in purple monochrome, an unusual color.
In line of sight is a bridge of bricks connecting to a small piece of land surrounded by water where a cozy old-fashioned home is built. Disheveled wooden planks lay around the yard, an incomplete pathway.
“We have a customer!” Gretel exclaims, peeking through a stained glass from the bottom floor.
Ciel covers his face with a medical mask previously tucked under his chin. Hansel scrambles about, calling out for Strawberry Witch, or Fragola. If that even is her name.
A red carpet bursts through the door, knocking over the cauldron displayed outside. Two blonds step foot out, welcoming Jersey. At the doorway stands Fragola, pulling the carpet with her toy-like wand, bringing Jersey into the house bigger in comparison of the exterior. The young woman reaches for Jersey’s waist before he falls face-first into the ground. Hansel and Gretel grit their teeth at each other in shock. That was a close one!
“Hansel, Gretel! Prepare a table for this young man.”
They bow their heads at her and skip to an empty spot of the building. The two summon their wands, much threatening in appearance compared to Fragola’s. The sharp end of Hansel’s staff taps the ground and he draws out a table then chair through the floorboards. Gretel follows suit aiming her cute firearm above and pulls the trigger three times. A tablecloth falls above with a plate and utensils. The young woman smiles at Jersey, patting him on the back and motions him to sit.
“Welcome to Amazing Dolce, the newest bakery cafe in business. I’m Fragola and I’ll be your waitress this lovely afternoon.” The witch introduces, holding out a menu.