The Otherworld is Dying

It is hungry, and snatching up everything it can, desperate for belief and sustenance. The Black Priests of the Hanged God are coming to shut the way to the Otherworld forever. But not before Fairyland is done with you.

Far from the edges of the firelight, and beyond the hawthorns there lies the Otherworld. Fairyland, the Wyld, the Lands Beneath or the Lands Beyond. Through the dark mirror of a thousand cautionary tales and children’s stories that should never have been told to children, you already know it.

Because mirrors—even dark mirrors—do not work the way we think they do, it already knows you, too.

It waits just out of sight, fingers on your windowsill as you lie sleeping, dreaming your human dreams. In those unconscious, vulnerable hours, it feeds you glimpses of whimsy and abandon and wonders beyond anything your mortal brain could summon. Treasure, power, promises kept, and love conquering all. It will show you what you want most. It dangles adventure like a lure.

This is because it is hungry. Starving. Dying.

You are a morsel. A final meal and a stay of execution until the last bite. Only true brave hearts can satisfy. Yours will have to do.