Here you will find them gathered, the quiet ones, the mischievous, and the eerie.
Each sculpture is one of a kind, a being that has stepped out from a hidden world.
Come closer, and you might hear them calling you deeper into the Forest.
At first glance, she is nothing more than a toadstool blending seamlessly with the woods. But if you watch for long enough, you may see a glint of movement. Shimmering black eyes beneath the brim of her mushroom hat.
Her hat is not just decoration, it is alive, grown from the oldest mycelium networks that twist beneath the forest floor. It grants her the wisdom of the forests and the secrets carried in the wind. She walks the woods with steps so silent that the leaves don’t stir.
Her skin carries the scent of rain and damp earth. And though many pass her by without even knowing, some say if you leave an offering, she may reveal herself.
Amanthra does not speak with words, more like a feeling that grows in your mind like spores, blooming into understanding days later.
Amanthra
Sirelia
She has spent an eternity traveling with the tide, chasing the Moon.
She rests in a glass bowl filled with pure sea water charged by the full Moon, always just enough to cradle her. Though the bowl never spills, it is said to shift ever so slightly on the full Moon, drawn gently toward the sea.
Sirelia hums in the night when the Moon is high, and strange things have been known to happen near her. Her scales seem dull until moonlight finds them. It is under that light that her magic is strongest.
But remember, if you see her during a new Moon, tides will shift, not just in water, but in luck
