In the dusty attic of the old Baker house, where the floorboards creaked like hungry stomachs and the smell of cinnamon clung to the shadows, there lived a hamster who collected time . His name was Pip

The village of Ember Hollow had a secret: their fires never died. For generations, the townsfolk tended their hearths with a devotion bordering on reverence. The flames flickered blue at the edges, warm

In the soot-stained city of Grimvale, winter didn’t end—it paused. The snow melted, yes. The days grew longer, certainly. But the cold never truly left, because the chimneys of Grimvale were always hungry.