The Bestiary

Small disturbances followed me throughout the day – missing tools, misplaced notes, and strange whispers carried by the wind. By dusk I caught sight of the Boggart, grinning from beneath a twisted root. It delights in confusion and thrives where uncertainty is allowed to grow unchecked. Though troublesome, its tricks often reveal what we have […]

Beneath the stone hills, I expected a monster and found a mirror. The Ogre emerged from the shadows of the cliffs, carrying every fear I had refused to confront. It grows larger the longer one avoids difficult truths, feeding upon denial and resentment. When I finally stood my ground, the creature seemed smaller than before.

During the long frost the snow fell in silence, yet I knew I was not alone. Massive footprints circled my camp through the night, never drawing closer, never moving away. The Yeti is said to guard the boundaries between isolation and reflection, appearing when solitude threatens to become loneliness. I never saw its face, but […]

I found silver-black webs stretched between trees where no spiders should dwell. At their centre sat Anansi, weaving not silk, but stories pulled from forgotten memories. It spoke in riddles and laughter, offering truths wrapped in deception. Those who follow its tales too eagerly often lose sight of which parts belong to them.