Lanterns - A Fairy Tale
Lanterns - A Fairy Tale
The fog that drapes over Hollow’s Bend is more than just mist, it is watching, waiting. Wren has always heeded the elders’ warnings about the golden lanterns that drift through the trees at dusk, but Elias does not. When he steps into the fog, he vanishes without a trace, and the town forgets he ever existed. But Wren remembers. Marked by an open eye seared into her skin, she seeks answers from the reclusive Elder Corbin, only to uncover the terrible truth: Hollow’s Bend made a bargain with the Hollowing long ago. Now, with the balance broken, something ancient stirs in the mist, something hungry. As Elias returns, wrong, empty-eyed, and whispering her name, Wren realizes the only way to mend the broken pact is to make a choice that will erase her from the world. At dawn, the fog lifts, and the town wakes without her. Deep in the woods, a new lantern flickers in the dark. Waiting.
Teapots
Teapots
For as long as history remembers, the teapots have stood, towering monoliths of smooth, unbreakable ceramic, untouched by time. Civilizations rose beneath their shadows, carving cities into their walls, but no one dared touch the handles. Legends whisper of The Pourers, ancient beings of heat and steam, drained away in a cataclysmic event known as The First Pour. Now, the spouts exhale mist, the lids tremble, and the handles burn with an unnatural heat. The prophecy of the Last Brew is unfolding, and when the teapots awaken, the world will never be the same.