Marie Hart

Marie Hart lived her childhood at the edges of winter where peppermint breezes brushed the mortal world. She always sensed something other beneath the ordinary as if distant music followed her through quiet nights. As she grew older memories of frost-lit halls flickered at the edges of her dreams and her heart felt drawn toward a world she could not recall. When the Peppermint Waltz shattered a faint thread of its rhythm wove into her being and she carried it unknowingly through her life. Now the realms reach for her with rising urgency. She feels the fragments stirring like forgotten melodies waking beneath her ribs. The prophecy pulses gently around her as if she is meant to complete its missing rhythm. The imbalance spreading across frost and sweetness echoes in her spirit and she senses that her steps are needed to rekindle harmony. Her place rests between two worlds and the Waltz waits for her to bring its light home.