Cradlehollow
A soft, crumbling place where forgotten comfort and fading warmth linger.
Crumbles
Crumbles is what’s left when love fades but doesn’t vanish. Worn yellow fur, half-faded smile, and a stitched flower held with more care than confidence - she isn’t broken, just… tired in places. In Cradlehollow, where dreams go when they’ve been outgrown, she wanders through pillow mounds and torn blankets, humming the songs no one sings anymore.
She doesn’t ask for much. Just time. Just a quiet place beside someone kind. Some say her flower was once a gift - or a promise - but she’s never said. Crumbles doesn’t forget, but she doesn’t dwell either. She just keeps hoping someone will see her the way she once was, and still is underneath.
Sammy
Sammy is soft in all the ways the world forgets to be. He doesn’t talk much, just hums old tunes and settles into quiet places like he’s always belonged there. His necklace? No one knows what it means, but he touches it sometimes, like it’s keeping a promise only he remembers.
In Cradlehollow, where worn-out dreams and faded memories rest, Sammy doesn’t ask for anything. He just is: gentle, present, and perfectly okay with not being the loudest in the room. Some say he’s lonely. Others say he’s peace, stitched into plush.
Either way, when you sit beside Sammy, the noise in your head quiets down. And sometimes, that’s all anyone really needs.