The Wavering Hearth

Welcome to… The Wavering Hearth. It’s a little dusty, a little drafty, and more than a little mysterious—but I’m doing my best to get the warmth going again! The fire’s not what it used to be, but there are still a few brave embers glowing in the hearth (or... oven?). Either way, it hums when no one’s looking.

I found stacks of soft things tucked into old trunks and crooked cabinets—scarves, cowls, hats with pom-poms like forgotten berries. They’re a bit faded, maybe, but when you pick one up, it feels like it remembers being loved. Like it knows what warmth is for.