He entered wearing antlers. Not a crown. Not a mask. Just… antlers.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7uDmZF4uy3
They looked worn, chewed, old before he was.
“Trade you a secret for a story,” he said.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYEH1zSy6BC
“I don’t trade,” I replied.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIiki5VwKQb
“That’s what you always say.”
He left footprints made of soot.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzXQXhoxaDJ
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.55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxFDC5ULz1a
Not the same face.
