Woodman Casting X - Sweet Cat Fixed

That night Woodman dreamt of the corridor again. He woke to find the casting open on his bench and a scrap of paper tucked inside, covered in a hand that looped like vines. The note read: If you can mend what’s broken in the dark, you may borrow a light for the dawn.

Sweet Cat shrugged. “Things have a way of telling those who listen.” woodman casting x sweet cat fixed

She tapped the table. The casting lay open; the lens now shone with a tiny, forget-me-not blue. The painted feather was tucked beneath it, and in the corner of the bench, a small sprout of green had pushed through a crack in the wood. That night Woodman dreamt of the corridor again