Long ago — so long ago that even the moon was still made of paper — the daylight used up all of its tenderness. So the night gathered the scraps that were left and, stitch by stitch, sewed a world that only wakes once you have fallen asleep.

In that world there is a forest of bone-lanterns: pale lanterns hung from bare branches, like rows of unfinished goodnights. The lights flicker — and that is not the wind. That is a dream, breathing.

Deep in the forest, the MOONMOTH ATELIER keeps its lamp lit. While the castle sleeps, a flock of pale moths carry silver thread from lantern to lantern — mending the dreams that wandered off, the dreams left unfinished, and the dreams too frightening to finish — sewing each one quietly back into place.

One garment, one little spirit

In time they learned a secret: a dream is too light, and will drift away. So they sew each dream a little garment — and with it the dream is given a shape, a name, and a small temper all its own. One garment is one little spirit.

And so came Emberfox, wrapped in dusk; and Lullaby Bunny, who tucks in the whole dreamworld before sleep; and Moonspirit, the held breath between two heartbeats; and Mothlace, whose lace moth-wings open only when the lights go out; and Nightcat, who tunes a crescent-moon wand and gently sings the night awake.

Here, everything frightening is sewn gentle. The dark is not for fear — it is for holding.

So when you, too, fall asleep — do not be afraid.
By the faint light of the bone-lanterns, someone is sewing you a hollow lullaby.

Meet the spirits one by one in the character guide, or take one home from the Hollow Lullaby collection.

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