Bunny Colby Winter Jade Jun 2026

At the foot of the willow, the ground opened like a door. A small staircase of stone led down into a hollow lit with a hundred tiny lanterns—paper orbs bobbing like captive moons. The winter garden was a bowl sunk beneath the roots, walls of moss and ice, and at its center, in a shallow pool that had not frozen, a ring of variegated leaves shimmered as if dusted with moonlight.