It is said that the Hearthfolk arrive only when the hearth is truly ready to welcome them—when the glow is steady, and the stories are eager to be told. Until then, they linger in the quiet corners of imagination, preparing their cloaks of russet and gold, polishing their stone-bright eyes, and humming songs that will one day fill your home with belonging.

The Hearthfolk are coming, dear traveler. Their sparks are nearly ready to be shared. Watch this space, for soon the smallest embers will light the way.