The Hermit’s Hollow home hidden beyond an ivy-covered gate

hidden beyond an ivy-covered gate

Handcrafted from crocheted yarn in shades of purple

a tea party unfolds

Because there are those who recognise what has been touched by a dragon — and understand that wearing it is not without consequence

half in the light

The Hermit’s Hollow home hidden beyond an ivy-covered gateDeep within the tangle of moss and mist, where the roots breathe and the air hums with forgotten spells, there once lived a hermit no one ever saw or at least, not fully. They say she was part creature, part memory. That she spoke to stones and stitched moss into sigils. That her home was no cottage, no den, but a single spiralled shell, carried on her back like a secret she never dared put down. The shell was small, but inside it grew vast filled