At the edge of the forest, where the sky turns pink at dusk, there is a cottage that does not appear on maps.
Inside lives a Queen with small horns and a steady gaze. She is not loud. She does not chase. She rules by knowing herself.
Those who arrive with kindness are welcomed warmly. Those who arrive with disrespect find the door closed-gently, but forever.
The cottage is a place for stories, for sharp feelings, for quiet healing, and for the kind of honesty that burns pink instead of red.
This is not a place for everyone. But if you are here, you were meant to be.