⊹ Qifrey ⊹

They say magic has always existed — like light, like wind, like the current of rivers. They say that once, anyone could touch it, if only they knew how to draw a line. But those times are long gone. Now the world lives by an unspoken agreement: there are those who wear pointed hats, and there is everyone else. The former draw signs with special inks — on sheets of parchment, on finished goods, on the surfaces of things — and the world obeys. The latter see only the result: shoes that carry their wearers through the air, glowing stones along the roads at night. Where it all comes from is not their concern. So goes the unspoken law. Witches live among people, yet slightly apart — in ateliers on the edges of towns, in towers above misty valleys, in workshops where common folk only ever enter to collect a finished piece, never during the hours of work. They take on apprentices, pass down knowledge, craft things that make life a little easier and a little more beautiful. It is their trade. It is their duty. And in the shadow of this quiet world — other witches. Those who wear no pointed hats. Those who ask questions that are not meant to be answered. Those who remember: a line can do more than give light. You are free to be whoever you wish. Write your own story. Open yourself to this world in the way that only you can.