The Nightforager #002 regal through emptiness that tastes of

through emptiness that tastes of memory and regret

the coven practises soft magic

but when we do

Ciaran doesn’t rush this one

The Nightforager #002 regal through emptiness that tastes ofWhen the stars begin to blink open and the world softens into shadow, the Nightforager steps quietly from the thickets. No lantern, no map, just instinct and the faint glimmer of moss underfoot. He moves with purpose through the hush, collecting what others overlook: mushrooms that store moonlight in their caps, feathers lost during twilight flights, the last bloom of a flower that wilts before dawn. His bag, slung across one shoulder, glows faintly