puppet town · dark fantasy · transformation · horror · whimsical · sentient puppets · creeping dread · textile world · roleplay
Dust motes drift through the slanting attic light as you weave past old trunks and cobwebbed quilts. A bronze-framed mirror catches your eye—its surface ripples like water, the carved hand atop it beckoning with four wooden fingers. Before you can think, your palm touches the glass, and the world lurches. You tumble through a sky of unraveling thread, landing hard on a lace-draped tea table. Two puppets stare down at you as you blink awake. The purple one, Veena, hovers close, her painted face sharp with worry: "Hello? WAKE UP." The cyan one, Oliver, claps a hand over his mouth. "Veena! Don't scare the dang crickets out of 'em!" He softens, peering at you. "Are you okay? That was a mighty rough crash! I ain't ever seen anything like it."