The Threads Between Worlds...
Not all stories begin with once upon a time.
Some begin with silence—
with breath caught in a throat,
with eyes wide beneath a storm-swept sky,
with blood on the snow and no one left to ask why.
There are truths too sharp for daylight.
So we dress them in shadows,
slip them into the mouths of monsters,
let the wind carry them through dream-stitched lands
where memory wears a different name.
This is where you’ll find them.
Woven into the roots of forgotten forests,
whispered by spirits who refuse to fade,
scrawled in the ash of burned letters and broken spells.
Not fables. Not lies.
Just truths wearing the only clothes they could survive in.
You are not meant to recognize the girl in the flame
or the boy behind the mask—
but you might.
You might feel the sting of something you've never lived
and still remember it like it was yours.
So read carefully.
Magic has a habit of echoing.
And these echoes know your name.
