In the depths of the forest, under the cover of twisted branches, a rat named Nib crept toward the Dread Pathway. This scary land held no fear for him—only the promise of treasure. With nimble paws, Nib dug through the soft earth, unearthing brittle bones long abandoned to time. Pieces of ribs, chips of skulls, and fragments of spines filled his pouch.
Back in his burrow beneath an old oak, Nib arranged the bones with care. Ribs framed his doorway, tiny skulls hung from woven grass strings. To others, they were remnants of death, but to Nib, they were art—his silent companions. Each night, he curled up beneath the shadows they cast, dreaming of his next discovery.