Forgive the sins I committed. The faeries prized their freedom and guarded what they loved — but the children paid for it with their world. Though destroyed and rebuilt again and again, Britain persists through seasons of conflict: spring's surprise, summer's quarrel, autumn's joy, winter's battle. Death upon death sustains what endures. Heed the warning carved into its foundations: no matter how high the walls, the roots are what hold a castle. And now, unseen and unfelt, something small begins to gnaw away at everything.