Spirits & Sprouts #002 spooky the shadow that bends empires

the shadow that bends empires

suspended by ancient hands that know the weight of secrets long buried

Threads of lace wind like secrets through its form

They never used the gate

the mourned

Spirits & Sprouts #002 spooky the shadow that bends empiresIn the still corners of the autumn woods, where moss blankets forgotten stones and the wind smells faintly of bonfires and ripe earth, small spirits stir. Not the kind that rattle chains or whisper warnings no, these are gentler things. Curious. Cheerful. Drawn to pumpkins, mushrooms, and the last golden warmth of the year. They build their homes among the roots and fallen leaves, weaving hollowed gourds into cradles, stacking toadstools into soft