He entered wearing antlers. Not a crown. Not a mask. Just… antlers.46Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX7C8KdMjaZ
They looked worn, chewed, old before he was.
“Trade you a secret for a story,” he said.46Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4qhC2XXRYQ
“I don’t trade,” I replied.46Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfx6ZeDb0Vf
“That’s what you always say.”
He left footprints made of soot.46Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbYSiD96o91
He drank while telling a tale that didn’t end.
“You know, there’s always another brother,” he grinned, turning. “We just forget to look behind the mirrors.”
He vanished mid-step. Not the first time.46Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7FRnoSVVhT
Not the same face.
