But she would be back once spring let her roam!
It was time, though, right now, for returning home.

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A happy year-end season from within the Cosmos!! May it bring you joy and rest if possible. WR takes a lil' nap and will return in 2026 for shenanigans (MAGFest's next!), but for now, nini. — ✾ A.

And writing this down, she treasured it all
That in heading now back, through the postcosmic wall

She looked back in brief to the worlds she just saw
And smiled and missed them — she'd wait for the thaw

And so many more realms she crossed in her path
And said hi to cool witches, all cheer and no wrath

For the season was time to rest and renew
The cycle now ending in a quiet-stretched few

In the city most lost she first asked for permission
But the lonely witch there understood her long mission

On a stage-ridden realm she got a bit stuck
'Til a dancing witch-idol endowed her with luck!

Visited place after place, just to tell them all: hi!
To add to her trip log, all the where and the why

Down and through in the woods, she fought two haughty twins
They sparred her for real, but let her have the wins!

She walked the halls, the Grand Revel's stage
Its snow-blanket held neither witch nor no mage!

They were all in their realms, said a broom-flying messenger
Cozy as all stood still! The quill witch then thanked her,

She flew through a meadow of nemeses-wives
Made homely by snowfall and cozy lil' lives

And a messy cool lab of trinkets galore
A witch with big hat's pride, chock full of lost lore

(Anyway, PS: THEY'RE WIVES, HAROLD. For the record. ✊⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🌈🍉✨)

Well, it's silly, but that's how the die rolled, that's how I play the hand I'm dealt.

Just wanted to say it out loud. I hope y'all are good. And I hope you keep having fun. And cultivating this joy. Sharing it, together.

And I hope I help a little bit. — A.

So I do it for me. And I do it for you. I have always felt called to make games, because it's a means through which I can have joy and share that joy.

There's enough grief. Fuck the griefers, the fash, everything. All they do is feast on the end of that joy.

It's not a lot but it's real. It's—

But if there's a thing I learned, and a thing I learn every day, is that there is a joy in it, and that joy really truly matters largely because of the people in it.

It's not solitaire. And even if it was you would teach it to someone, too.

I don't know why I love cards.

I have fought all my life to know, because what my brain gets stuck on is that often it won't _get_ it.

Some things can't be put into words. When I shuffle a deck: that is right. That feels right.

I was reminded tonight that it's okay that they can't, & okay to try.

And while you're there, consider also visiting our dear friends at lesbian San Francisco comic book store, @sourcherrycomics.bsky.social, who are there as well: www.sourcherrycomics.com/2025...

See you if you're around! — A.

You'll get to meet me (Aura, the creator of this game!) and also perhaps grab some _very_ short run merch, including a 1-of-a-kind _foil_ 'Witchseal: Unyielding' playmat. And art sleeves. And art playmats. And collector's packs. And most importantly…

… the base game :D