Welcome to my hideout (we have cookies and tea)
When I was growing up, nature and fantasy were my sanctuaries. I'd vanish for hours into the forest, devour whole books in the hammock under the trees as the birds sang, or spend a whole night playing an RPG, often not quite sure if the birds singing were in-game or not.
Outside these moments it just felt like the world was gloomy, loud, and honestly kind of mean. Always too eager to tell me I didn't fit. It didn't want me in, and I didn't want in on it, so it was mutual.
So I built my own.
We had a bamboo in the back of the house, and I'd carve it into baskets, swords, bows, arrows, even a tiny cottage in the woods that I never finished (but the dream lingers);
From the tailor's workshop the scraps of fabric turned into bags, pouches, shoes (yes, I made fabric shoes) and cloaks were the dream. What wasn't solves with fabric could always be worked out with rope, or fire. (Or all of them. Why not?!);
And lastly I always had paint. It felt like it could easily become anything.
These were all things that were part of my life, and I sunk on them:
~ The books that made my language so outlandish and that totally sucked me in to another dimension
~ The fantasy games that had worlds that felt more real than the real world (LARP and DnD came way later, even though I did spar with my cousins and we pretended to be adventurers so, maybe not)
~ The crafts and drawings I that to me felt straight out of this whole universe
This is all my own little universe. I still dislike the noise. It feels like the outside world has become even louder than before. The buzz, the notifications, the rush-rush-rush everyone seems to be proud of. In a way, I feel even more tired of it all.
And this is why I created this shop to share my little universe with those that also seek refuge. I see many out there that, maybe for different reasons, maybe for mostly the same ones, also prefer to dwell in the fantastical. The magical quiet moments of nature. The other dimensions inside a book or RPG session.
If this is you, then welcome.
Cross over the portal, and enter a place where magick is very much alive. Where the trees whisper and the wind gossips (no wait... or was it... anyway).
A place where you can get goods made with soul, where goods are made of cotton, linen and the smell of paper, not plastic and algorithms.
I have so much I want to create and share. But this isn't a solo game. It's multiplayer.
What do you get in return? A piece of this universe. Maybe you'll also help someone else find the way.
Maybe we can get the parking lot to grow mushrooms, the fairies to come drop by for tea every other afternoon, and the electric buzz to magically convert into glowing orbs that make the dwarves and the elves make peace and greet us (I think they're the real aliens. Martians? Pfff.)
... or maybe we can only really hole ourselves in our own universe filled with magic lore and sparkles. But that also works for me!
PS: We have tea and cookies. It's right past the portal on the left. Just be mindful of the branch. It has a mind of its own.
~ Lith
