• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 11


I stand at only a few centimetres tall, yet I am an adventurer not afeared of night or getting lost. Sometimes, I navigate human hands at night, marvelling at garnet stones, inset diamonds upon ring fingers and the other detritus of man that they hang from wrists: Apple watches, gilded metals.

I love the blood red moon. Here, on these particular nights, anything is possible. Scarlet rays embolden me and I adventure farther afield, skim-dipping across ponds as a magical boatman. Lighter than water, barely kissing the surface. Learning. Absorbing.

The full moon awakens my kind, summoning us to explore open-wombed caves, silky shorelines and expansive woodlands, learning more of the natural world and humankind – the places they love.