Inside the HomeΒΆ

A communal dining room with mismatched tables and chairs. Various fantasy creatures eating lunch, each at their own table. A minotaur at one end reading a newspaper. In the corner, a phoenix sits wreathed in soft golden flames.

The Home exists because bewildered beasts need somewhere to be bewildered in peace.

It is not a zoo. It is not a refuge in the conventional sense. It is a place for creatures who have fallen through the cracks of a world that was not designed with them in mind, too mythical for the lease, too old for the era, too confused to find their way back to wherever they came from.

The staff are dedicated. The budget is not. The thing in the basement has been here for twelve years and everyone has agreed, wordlessly and collectively, not to ask.

Who we are and how we got here.