Something stirred that the dark blizzard night. A living thing that was neither man, beast, nor monster. This wooden emissary wandered through the biting snow, the blinding blizzard, unmoved and unhindered. Eventually, the house's moving hen legs creaked as they came to a stop.
Note: I tried my hardest to add in the "teaser images", but the format of this site doesn't allow image links.
Check this fic out on AO3 for more, bigger hints.
(This "chapter" will be deleted when the time comes).
