Little Puck Parasited Full | 2026 |

When the city was still, the parasite dreamed up larger appetites. It began to steer him toward the wealthy lane where carriages smelled of lavender and people wore confidence like armor. It taught him to mime suffering just enough to be trusted by those who thought themselves generous. He learned the pattern of tears and the currency of insistence, and slowly, undeniably, he stepped from mischief to design. A sickly child here, a sudden conflagration there—nothing monstrous, just enough disturbance to set his new arrangements into motion. Each success swelled the parasite and dimmed his own small, earlier delights: pigeon wings, the scent of hot pastry, the thrill of slipping into a locked garden. The city, with its endless appetite for stories to soothe guilt, supplied what he now needed.