Prologue

In the ancient forests where pawprints whisper in the moss, a secret stirs with each moonrise. Beneath ivy-covered trees and silver mist, the Whisker Witch wakes...

The Awakening

Each twilight, she brews spells from starlight and catnip, her feline familiars perched upon crooked shelves. Purring incantations carry through the wind, stirring fate itself.

The Invitation

You, wanderer, have found your way to her circle. Whether guided by dream or destiny, you now stand at the edge of enchantment. Will you enter?