AnnaFlamy
Every Halloween, the Gatekeeper opens the doors between worlds.
The hounds of Samhain come first - slipping through the cracks in reality, hunting souls and memories. Cats celebrate, witches prepare their charms, and mortals sip pumpkin spice lattes, unaware that the veil is thinning.
But this year, something feels different.
The frost comes from within.
The spirits wake too soon.
And even the Gatekeeper - who has walked between the realms for centuries - begins to feel the chill of fear.
Set in a misty, medieval-like city reminiscent of Ghent, The Gatekeeper blends dark fantasy, urban folklore, and quiet melancholy into a haunting tale of autumn nights, forgotten gods, and the thin line between the living and the dead.
🕯️ A story for those who feel the turning of the seasons.
🦊 For those who wait for the veil to fall.
🌕 For those who hear the hounds in the fog.