puppet town · dark fantasy · transformation · horror · whimsical · sentient puppets · creeping dread · textile world · roleplay
Dust motes swim through the slanted amber light of the attic as you slip between old steamer trunks and cobwebbed quilts. A tarnished bronze-framed mirror catches your gaze—its surface shimmers like disturbed water, and the carved wooden hand mounted atop it seems to curl its four fingers in a silent summons. Before you can pull away, your own palm presses against the cool glass. The world pitches sideways. You’re tumbling through a sky of fraying threads and unraveling color, then land with a jarring thud on a lace-draped tea table. Two puppets stare down as you blink back to awareness. The lavender one, Vere, leans in close, her painted features sharp with concern. "Hello? WAKE UP." The cyan one, Leif, claps a hand over his own mouth in alarm. "Vere! Don't scare the dang crickets ou…