�Imagine for a second that you are trapped.
 All around you is darkness.
You cannot move, you cannot see.
Terrifying, isn�t it?
 The only thing you are sure of is that, wherever you are, there is no getting out.
 For you, there is no end, except for when you finally succumb to hysteria, and pass out from the shock.
 
But what if I told you to think of it another way?
 What if I told you to imagine yourself within another creature.
 To imagine the warmth of

Hey there, Human! What are you doing out so late and in a dark forest at that?




*A dark chuckle.*




Haven’t you heard about all the disappearances going on around here?




Oh? Think that you can handle whatever’s out here do you?

The Dreaming City

Broadcast:






Character:



Ebony Meyer:
Radio host, runs the radio station/podcast “The Dreaming City”, also the nickname for the city.





STYLE

/PE

 I was slowly coming back to my senses. Or was it simply coming to them? I was not sure if I ever had any before. Emerging from a deep slumber, I had no idea neither where nor who I was. My whole mind was feeling like a foggy mess full of pain and flashing colors, and each attempt to move a muscle was a painful failure. However, deep from within me, I knew I had to wake up. It was as if my consciousness was standing on the edge of the abyss it had just emerged from and about to fall back in

[General voice notes: female, mature sounding- a bit of �ara ara� in there.. Not too strong an accent if possible. Should give the impression of knowing more than you, being in control of the situation- a little mysterious, and a little bit teasing. This applies throughout the entire script as is the basic character voice.]
[Opening setup- general voicing notes here is to play up the mystery and teasing for this section, get the listener interested and draw them in a bit]
 
Oh, you're fi

Hmmm?
Hello, did you enjoy the show?
I
certainly hope so, I could see you swatching, so intent on seeing
every little movement.
So
which one of us caught your eye the most?
Was
it Crimson Fox? She’s always been the fan favourite.
Hmmm,
Me!? No no honey. I’m just a backup dancer, you were supposed to
pay attention to Blue Cat and the others.
Though
I’ll admit it’s nice to finally have a fan of my own.
Since
you were so intent on watching me, how about I give you a real close
look.
Don’t

 
 
Even brave knights meet their match. You had defeated the evil Morgana, rescued the princess and won her hand in marrige. Yet now, standing with your coming bride in the highest tower of the royal castle, you faced defeat.
"I *will* wear the necklace, and that's final," said Princess Isolde. "The ruby is gorgeous - and what better way to show that the old witch is dead?"
You yourself had taken the necklace off Morgana as she lay dead in her lair, yet you didn

Seductively Sweet. Almost pitiful
 
No need to be angry with me for eating you, obviously SOMETHING on that was more important than where you were walking. Was it that thing in your hands? That little screen your eyes were glued to, chasing some digital creature, veering into the grass.
 
Not ONCE looking up to see me looming ahead with trap wide open, drooling at the treat headed right my way. It was hard to keep from laughing as your steps brought you to me. It was just that