With Ozma gone, the marvelous Land of Oz had begun to fade, its wonders turning strange and wild. Into that shadowed country came a girl from our world, and there she found blue forests in decay, bread trees bent under their own curious burden, and a land scarred by its own enchantments.
In this unraveling realm, magic tempts with wholeness, but every seam frays, every memory fades. Here, even beautiful makings leave their mark, and some creations are meant only to come undone.
One fraying stitch at a time.