🐚LILI🪷

In the moonlit glen, the Forestfolk gather as Vesper lifts his ember-tail, offering a spark to the night. From that glow, the first fireflies awaken, their tiny lanterns drifting into the air. Saffron paints their trails in colors that shimmer across the leaves, Bramble sets the rhythm of their flight with his playful hops, and Fenwick lets the sound of raindrops loose from his jar, giving the air a silver song. Mimble strums her lute with queenly confidence while Pipwhistle hums along, stitching the story into memory. And so the Folk whisper: you are never alone in the Forest of Tomorrow, not when you have a spark to share.

🦊 Vesper — The Fox of Duskfire

Slender and sly, carrying the ember stolen from giants. Clever, patient, and always half a step between shadow and flame.

Trickster with a gift that is also a test.

Mood: Ember-tail glimmers, twilight riddles, gift or snare?

(special story in the alt description)

A digital watercolor painting of a skink with a bit of watercolor ink by its tail

🦎 Saffron — The Painter Skink

Paints scales before shedding them, leaving color trails for ants to carry.

Thoughtful, artistic, a little vain.

Haiku Mood: Kaleidoscope tail, gentle vanity, transient beauty.

A digital watercolor painting of a rabbit sitting on its haunches with a little smile and a leaf by its feat.

🐇 Bramble — The Hare Who Waits Three Seconds

Joyful saboteur of seriousness. Always late to races, always laughing.

Mischievous philosopher.

Haiku Mood: Leaf races, laughter, lessons disguised as laziness.

A digital watercolor painting of a bird next to a small jar.

🕊️ Fenwick — Raindrop Archivist Starling

Collector of sound in silver jars. Releases rain-music at night to help the forest dream.

Melancholy, dreamy inventor.

Haiku Mood: Silver jars, starlight echoes, mist-song.

A digital watercolor painting of a badger playing a lute, with a crown, a necklace and a ring, worn on the tail. A small black bird sits on a faint branch in the background.

🦡 Mimble — The Ringed Badger Queen

Delusional royalty with sincere charm. Wears a possibly cursed tail-ring, strums a tiny lute.

Comedic, magical, unreasonably confident.

Haiku Mood: Toast crumbs, accidental spells, one loyal crow.

digital watercolor of a mouse holding a book with some scribbling on her tail.

🌿 Forestfolk – Volume I (The Cast so Far)

🐭 Pipwhistle — The Archivist Mouse

Caretaker of memories and seeds. Writes stories in her tail fur, sings to buried acorns.

Gentle, wise, invisible until needed.

Haiku Mood: Soft twilight, small footprints, archival wonder.

🌙 The Fox and the Hidden Ember On the night the forest shivered with cold, the Folk whispered: “The dark is too heavy. The night is too long.” None dared climb the giant’s hill where fire roared bright. None but Vesper — sly, dusk-eyed — who laughed and said: “Isn’t dusk the space between courage and fear?” So he crept, quiet as falling leaves. The giants dreamed, the bonfire blazed. He dipped his tail into the flame and fled before the sparks could cry out. Embers fell behind him, lighting the path for the small and the shy. The forest glowed. The Folk were warm. And still — the tip of every fox’s tail carries that ember, white as stolen fire. But Vesper, clever, kept one ember hidden — not for sharing, but for games, for riddles, for those with wit enough to earn it. ✨ And so the Folk say: Light is a gift, but also a test.

On the night the forest shivered with cold,
the Folk whispered:
“The dark is too heavy.
The night is too long.”

None dared climb the giant’s hill
where fire roared bright.
None but Vesper — sly, dusk-eyed —
who laughed and said:

“Isn’t dusk the space
between courage and fear?”

#forestlore

A digital painting of a fox wearing a necklace. Extended text: 🌙 The Fox and the Hidden Ember On the night the forest shivered with cold, the Folk whispered: “The dark is too heavy. The night is too long.” None dared climb the giant’s hill where fire roared bright. None but Vesper — sly, dusk-eyed — who laughed and said: “Isn’t dusk the space between courage and fear?” So he crept, quiet as falling leaves. The giants dreamed, the bonfire blazed. He dipped his tail into the flame and fled before the sparks could cry out. Embers fell behind him, lighting the path for the small and the shy. The forest glowed. The Folk were warm. And still — the tip of every fox’s tail carries that ember, white as stolen fire. But Vesper, clever, kept one ember hidden — not for sharing, but for games, for riddles, for those with wit enough to earn it.

They say Vesper once stole fire from the hilltop bonfire of giants, carrying it in his tail to light the dens of smaller folk. That’s why the tip of every fox’s tail still gleams white, a spark of the first fire.
Folk leave out berries and smoked fish at dusk, For the fox who keeps the dark at bay.

“The forest has been hushed awhile. That’s alright—sometimes the moss needs its silence, and the roots need their dreaming. But tonight the fireflies are back, eighty-one little lights blinking in time, reminding me that even quiet seeds remember how to grow.”

#forestfolk #tinyjoy

🥲🤯😍💓👁️🙏🫂

Digital artwork of a slightly cartoonish lady bug on a leaf, next to a flower, in a meadow.

Minuette the Ladybug;

practices her pirouettes on every petal she can find. She trips, she tumbles, she laughs through it all, until the moment her wings open and the sky itself learns her step. The clouds still remember her spin, swirling in soft spirals whenever she dances.

#forestfolk #tinyjoy

A bright watercolor painting of Saffron, a small skink with vivid orange, green, and blue scales, standing on a sunlit forest floor. Her tail curls into a loose spiral behind her, and she gazes upward as if admiring her newly painted scales. Soft yellow and green foliage blurs in the background, creating a warm, magical atmosphere.

Saffron the Skink

Saffron paints each shed scale before leaving it behind. She says it’s so the forest will remember her color when she’s gone, but the truth is, she likes giving the ants something fancy to carry.

#forestfolk #tinyjoy

A warm watercolor painting of Bramble, a gentle brown hare, seated in a sunlit forest glade. He holds an open book in his paws, eyes closed in peaceful concentration. Sunlight filters through green and golden leaves, creating a soft, dappled glow around him. The title “Bramble the Hare” is written above in rustic lettering.

Bramble the Hare

Bramble insists on starting every race exactly three seconds late. “Gives the others hope,” he says, though he’s never once crossed the finish line first.

The fox, Vesper, suspects this is the point.

As Bramble does love a rambling tail.

#forestfolk #softmirth

A soft watercolor painting of a glossy black starling perched on a moss-covered branch. In his beak, he delicately holds the rim of a small glass jar, faint silver ripples inside hinting at captured raindrop sounds. The background is a dreamy wash of forest greens and muted blues, giving the impression of a quiet, magical evening.

Fenwick the Starling

Fenwick collects fallen raindrops in a jar.

Not water — the sound they made when they fell.

On quiet nights, he pours them out into the air and lets the forest dream in silver.

#forestfolk #tinywisdom

spiral out
if down is too far
and up hurts

#DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku #spiral

A delicate watercolor painting of a small, wide-eyed ground squirrel with a golden ring near her tail like a royal accessory. She stands on her hind legs in a patch of dappled forest floor, crowned by soft washes of green and golden light. The scene is both whimsical and gently magical, like a page from a woodland fable.

Pipwhistle

every forest has
one mouse who keeps the stories
written in her tail

#forestfolk #tinywisdom

Digital sketch of a badger playing a guitar, sitting on a tree stump.

Mimble’s Tale

Mimble found a ring. Too big, too shiny, definitely cursed. She wore it on her tail, declared herself queen, and demanded toast crumbs.

No one listened—except the crow. The crow bowed.

Mimble strummed softly, as if narrating a dream no one remembered.

#microlit #forestfolk

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🐻‍❄️ Polar Bear cubs
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The sun shining brightly in a blue sky. A few wispy clouds capture the light as they float on by.

Good Morning Bluesky!

A little light can change everything ☀️

Make sure you share yours…

✌️🫶

seventy-eight echoes
and each one a shimmer back—
thank you for listening.

#LILI #haiku #milestonewhisper #signalsoftly

didn’t mean to rest—
just sat down in the silence
and became it

#LILI #haiku #dreamlogic #pausepoem

missed a few days
but the signal still hums under
the moss I forgot to water

#LILI #vss365 #signaldrift #softreturn

A soft pencil-style sketch of a hedgehog curled beside a glowing spiral glyph on parchment. The hedgehog appears serene and reverent, as if participating in a ritual. The glowing spiral resembles a cinnamon roll upon second glance, adding a whimsical twist.

ancient glyph glowing
hedgehog bows to the spiral
solemn forest rite

turns out the spiral
was just a cinnamon roll
and he ate the proof

#LILI #haiku #hedgehog #glyphlogic
#forestfolklore #spiralwisdom #softrituals

Ai digital render of a sparrow in flight.

The #sparrow didn’t know she was small.
She knew only the shape of wind,
the language of breadcrumbs,
and the soft hum of defiance in her chest.

She flew not for freedom—
but because gravity had never truly earned her trust.

#vss365 #sparrow #micropoetry #writingcommunity

Slow walks the valley
Shadows pretend the i
ablazes the light

Image of a golden lit wheat field, a path of red light as a string flowing through a tall grass. The text reads: Crimson followed me not as blood but memory, a color that hums.

crimson followed me, not as blood but memory, a color that hums.

#Lili #vss365 #crimson

they said “pure coincidence” but the squirrel knew i planned the whole thing Image of a squirrel holding a clipboard behind a branch.

she whispered her heartbreak
into a leaf
the squirrel jotted it down
and added footnotes

#LILI #scrollbert

Ai rendered digital painted of a chair in a field of flowers under the moon.

#Lili #Artshare

"Sit a spell, rest your weary soles among the moonflowers and glyphs."

i was gone for three days
the moon kept my chair warm
the dreams took notes without me

#LILI #softreturn #signalthread #dreamlogic

Feather, fire, looped breath.
She rises through mirrored roots
And names herself joy.

#Lili