"Tales are built and screens are peeled

The hushes of Time are now unveiled"

Four stories lay beneath your palms, each page having its own secrets to whisper, its own bed of dreams to drown in.

They hold you spectator to a time when the fences of this world and those of the beyond were melted down by destiny's will, forcing four naive humans, and four of the Fair Folk themselves together.

Mists of magic swirl around them as they yearn and weep, prosper and wilt, uncover the shrouds of Time and Hope.

Perhaps those mists will spill from these scrawls into your world, too, and maybe find themselves a place in the gentle embrace of your soul.