Original Art by Imran M.

Fractured II

The self does not break all at once.

It gives way slowly, in quiet places,

until it no longer recognizes its own shape. It is not destruction; but something attempting to survive.

Threshold

It was not meant to be seen. 

Now that he has, the world no longer

agrees with itself. Knowledge settles in like a weight; impossible to carry, impossible to put down.

Summoning

She does not call for power. She calls for balance. What arrives is never what she expects; only what is required.

Somewhere, something is always being held back. And it does not forget her just as she never forgets it.

Östara

The turning point when light begins to overtake darkness and the earth stirs from its long winter sleep. If the old stories hold any truth, her return may herald deeper transformations the world has been longing for.

Winter’s Offerings

He does not chase; he only watches, patient and certain, as each life quietly reveals itself to him. The bells do not ring as warning, but as promise, their weight already decided long before they are ever heard.

The Silent Choosing

The firelight does not reveal him; it announces what is already too late to escape. To some, he is punishment, to others a story used to keep order, but he belongs to neither. He is older than fear, older than the names meant to contain him—and when he arrives, it is not cruelty that follows, but a reckoning no one believes is meant for them.