The Fruits of Kirke || Narnia

"𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧."

During the war, four Pevensie children are sent away to a quiet but rich manor in the countryside. But behind its doors lie more than just safety. Time bends. Clocks tick. Portraits watch. Hallways stretch. And dreams... Dreams remember what waking minds forget. And all choices have consequences.

There are others in the house.
Children who have lived in its shadows longer.
Children who dream too vividly.
Who know too much.
Who carry secrets like second skin.

There, they meet the three Kirke children:
One stumbles through time with secrets too heavy for his small hands.
One glimpsed the future and wishes she hadn't, because all time passes and what was written once cannot be written the same again.
One caught between dreaming and remembering, whose presence feels like a myth, and whose memory feels like a story half-told, and who should deliver them all... But to where? And from what?

Seven children. Two prophecies. One golden thread.
A country waiting beyond fur coats and falling snow.
And a rabbit that doesn't run away... but beckons them forward.

For as Aslan said: "𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨, 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞."

If you listen closely, the clock will tell you what the story forgot.
And it will show you where the white rabbit is waiting.
He's always waiting.

🕰"𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒕."🐇