Every October, the internet fills with warnings: “Keep your black cats inside. Pagans might harm them for Halloween.” It’s an old accusation, recycled year after year, and completely unfounded. The historical record shows that the real persecution of cats came not from pagans, but from the religious. The Church and its faithful turned the cat from a household guardian into a symbol of the Devil. Their crusade against these animals left a tragic trail of fur, fire, and fear th

Keeper of the damp earth, you rise from mud and moonlight, skin glistening like the memory of rain, eyes heavy with ancient knowing. You are not only lowly, but a vessel: the one who carries transformation in your dewey flesh. Your body bears the mark of both realms, water and soil, birth and decay, reminding us that life itself is a cycle of dissolving and return. Once, they feared your touch, said you carried curses in your skin, poison in your breath, that witches hid your

Cat, watcher in the half-light, you move like a shadow that chose its own shape, fur humming with the memory of danger, eyes catching...

Bear, keeper of the deep earth, you move with the weight of mountains, fur thick with the silence of forests, claws carved from the roots...

Wolf, shadow of the forest, you move where men dare not linger, eyes burning with the fire of old banners, breath rising like smoke from...

Black-feathered keeper of secrets, you perch at the edge of the world, eyes bright with knowing, wings heavy with story. You are neither...