The whispers haven’t stopped in Fablewood Hollow… and neither has the magic.

WE’RE ALL BEING JUDGED BY SOMEONE WHO ISN’T EVEN CLOSE TO HAVING THEIR OWN SHIT TOGETHER!’SEEKER OF TRUTH."

Every October night, when the moon rose full and bright, the gates of Jack-O’-Lantern Kingdom creaked open. Thousands of glowing pumpkins lined the cobblestone paths—each carved with a different grin that flickered like firelight laughter.

Children rode broomstick coasters over rivers of mist, while pumpkin-headed musicians played ghostly tunes in the lantern-lit square. At midnight, the Great Pumpkin King appeared on his glowing throne, raising his vine-wrapped scepter to summon a shower of golden sparks across the park.

By dawn, the lights dimmed, the music softened, and the pumpkins whispered, “See you next Halloween.”

The whispers haven’t stopped in Fablewood Hollow… and neither has the magic. WE’RE ALL BEING JUDGED BY SOMEONE WHO ISN’T EVEN CLOSE TO HAVING THEIR OWN SHIT TOGETHER!’SEEKER OF TRUTH."

The whispers haven’t stopped in Fablewood Hollow… and neither has the magic.