He entered wearing antlers. Not a crown. Not a mask. Just… antlers.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMKWCdKgX2g
They looked worn, chewed, old before he was.
“Trade you a secret for a story,” he said.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFTok8XW0ne
“I don’t trade,” I replied.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZAP7cjR4AR
“That’s what you always say.”
He left footprints made of soot.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUHKr8y7bpj
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.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0pLIhGngKF
Not the same face.
