
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.
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
Nyxelle
Nyxelle first met this leaf winged creature knows as a Pixie Bat when he was just a pup, separated from his colony and grounded by cold & hunger, his wings torn like old cloth. She fed him fruit from a nearby bush, watched over him & waited as he healed. She wrapped a chain of silver around his neck, not as a restraint, but as a promise, one she keeps to this night.
They've flown together ever since.
She speaks to him in clicks too soft for human ears. When its time to rest he folds his wings around her & sleeps as she hums.
Theirs is a bond rarely seen in the wild. Some say her bat will not fly without her. Others claim she gave up her own wings to mend his. Neither tale has been proven.
She is not one for crowds but if you are very still, and the moon is rising, you may hear the soft beat of his wings pass overhead carrying her home.
And if you leave a sliver of silver in the hollow of a tree, it's said she may return the gesture...
with a dream so vivid, it feels like memory.
Eydra
She is one of the old kind, what the wise ones once called a lantern keeper. These beings were said to dwell where the forest grows thickest, taking shelter in hollowed things like tree stumps, burrows and rusted metal left behind and overtaken by green. Eydra has made her home in such a lantern, tucked among fungi and lichen, the air around her faintly aglow though no flame burns within. She does not speak. She does not flee, she simply watches.
There are stories, of course, some say she once guided lost animals through the ticket with the flicker of her lantern. Others claim she marks the threshold between realms.
What is certain is this… wherever she is found, the forest feels deeper, older and strangely alive.
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
Cindrel & Marrowen
Most Pixies live their life in solitude, or within the company of animals and creatures. They slip between shadows and leaves, tending to the unseen threads of the natural world. It is said that when a Pixie walks with another, something unknown has awoken.
Cindrel and Marrowen met by the old pond, where the water holds secrets and magic older than we will ever know.
The line that they cast is more of a ritual than a tool. They dip it gently, as though they’re trying not to disturb the world too much and not to startle the magic that’s settled beneath the water.
What called them to the same place, on the same day remains unknown. But you should know this, when they are together, their own magic and the magic around them, grows considerably stronger.
Nimryl
Nimryl is a watcher, a dreamer, and a keeper of magic. She spends her days listening to the world around her, the hum of the roots and the sighs of sleeping snails.
Young pixies like Nimryl rarely wander far from the safety of their hollows. The world beyond the mossy walls is vast and strange, filled with unfamiliar rustlings and shadows that move in curious ways.
She has no need for such adventures yet.
For now, the soft glow of lichen light and the quiet company of her snail friend are all she needs
Elderra
This tiny winged mouse fell from the sky one night, back when his wings were too new to carry his own weight, and Elderra found him lying helplessly on the forest floor.
She said nothing, only placed her hand upon him, and from that night on, they were inseparable.
They say she speaks to him in a language no other can hear, and that he listens closely with black unblinking eyes.
Together they sit quietly for hours. Her hands rest gently around him, never gripping, only holding.
His wings now strong, he still chooses not to leave her side.
Some believe she once lost something precious and the mouse was sent to guide her.
Whatever the truth, the bond between them is older than we will ever know.
The Listening Pixie Rabbit
Among the hidden folk, this particular Pixie Rabbit is regarded as a custodian. It crouches low to the earth, hands raised in concentration, as though catching whispers carried in the air. It can hear what others cannot, the slow speech of snails, the dreams of sleeping seeds, even the faint tread of footsteps long before they arrive.
More curious still, it is said to gather the words spoken nearby, tucking them away like treasures. A sorrow confessed in its presence may return later as a comfort. A wish murmured into the dusk may one day be found fulfilled in some small, uncanny way.
Those who encounter this creature should speak with care, for what it hears, it does not forget. Yet unlike some others of its kind, the Listening Rabbit is no thief of trinkets, only a bearer of voices, giving them back when most needed.