For the ones with Tailbone talismans. These bones didn’t all belong to our enemies. Some were friends, some sacrificed so that we could survive. Resurrection of memories and moments in remembrance of what only stories these bones can tell. To wonder what kind of life these creatures lived, our imaginations weaving intricate webs of tales and trials. How many can we collect? Only time will tell. We hope as many as possible before someone comes to take our weary bones as their own. The care and cleaning of these skeletons. It is an honor and a duty. Excavation. Intricate details. Mending and healing of the dead and gone. Sickening beauty. Where limbs come to turn into trees. For the Fragile. For the Bone Witch.