In a small in Switzerland, just underneath a mountain, there is a quiet restaurant where the villagers never eat...
Insight -a dispatch from The Institute of Magical Historicity
Once upon a time, there was an Idea lost in a woods. It flitted from tree to tree. And when it touched a leaf, it thought it was an idea about leaves. And when it touched a caterpillar, it thought it was an idea about caterpillars. In a clearing, it thought it was an idea about the sun during the day, and an idea about the moon at night. And these were its favorite times...
Returning - a dispatch from the Institute of Magical Historicity
There was a young girl who lived in a large house near a warm beach. For as long as she could remember, she would walk along the shoreline and collect shells. And for as long as she could remember, she did not grow up, but was forever a young girl.
The Twilight Prince
"Once there was an old man and a young girl who walked from city to city, begging for coins. He would hold his antique cap out and tell stories of old wars in a quivering voice, while she would place one scarf on the ground for coins and hold another in her hands and make it dance and spin around her as though it were alive and swimming through the air. When they had spent three days in each city, they would depart again, however many coins were in their possession, and take the darkest road, whatever direction in went." - Inspired by a prompt by John Marx