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Chapter 1: Frankie

On All Hallow’s Eve in the year 2025, as the veil between realms began to thin, a lightning bolt split the sky.

Imbued with a peculiar magic, it veered towards a rickety loft, drawn to the muttered prayers of a bird-mad scientist. Propped on her cluttered bench was Frankie, her latest wild experiment, a patchwork creature of wonder and madness. The lightning struck true, and Frankie jolted to life, all the parts of their form animating as one, button eyes blinking. 

But the lightning was wild and untamed, and it forked, searching.

Chapter 2: The Scare Crow

The second strike fell in an overgrown field, its only inhabitant long forgotten.

A crooked, handmade scarecrow, hidden in overgrown grass, was the second mark. Left behind long ago, the tattered figure was cobbled together from scraps and straw. A clumsily-built joke with no name and no purpose… until the lightning struck.

As the jagged bolt kissed straw and feather, the Scare Crow stirred. And it smiled. It rose without memory or malice, with only wonder in its heart. A wide-eyed stranger in a world that had forgotten him.

Chapter 3: The Mystic Owl

From their perch beyond the physical realm, The Mystic Owl felt it all before it happened — a ripple in the fabric of all things.

A disturbance of the balance, felt throughout the thrum of the cosmos. She turned her all-seeing gaze toward the mortal world to witness the oncoming breach of balance.

She descended on star-dusted wings, drawn to the events she could not clearly foresee. Beneath her watchful gaze, the lightning met its marks, and accidental life stumbled into the world.

Chapter 4: Death's Raven

Then came the Raven.

Death’s ancient familiar, sent by its master to watch the newly awoken creatures that lay outside the order of things. Drawn not by curiosity, but by imbalance.

Though it was wreathed in shadows and silence, it could not hide from the all-seeing eye, and it stilled as it felt the owl’s divine gaze fix upon its rune-etched feathers. Their gazes locked, two sentinels of fate, drawn together on a night when magic breathed and boundaries blurred. An unspoken understanding passed between them.

A thread had been tangled between them all.

A Flock of Fate

In the stillness after the storm, they stood: One of stitches, one of straw, one of starlight, one of shadows.

Two lives that should never have been, and two ancient guardians who remained to stand watch.

Together, bound by unnatural will, they formed a flock not of feathers, but of fate.

The 2025 Halloween Collection.