The Omen

Nightmare decided to go on a little early morning stroll through the town before having to gather ingredients for the ritual coffee tomorrow. The cold air wrapped around her like silk as she quietly sang an old song beneath her breath, enjoying the peaceful hush that lingered before sunrise.

Then she heard it.

A whisper drifting through the wind… softly calling her name.

Nightmare stopped in place, her eyes scanning the empty streets before turning toward the left side of town. The whispers grew louder, tangled between the trees of the old woods resting at the town’s edge. She froze for a moment, unsure of what to do, yet an overwhelming calm settled in her chest. The scent of warm tea lingered heavily in the air, sweet and earthy against the winter chill.

Step by step, she moved closer.

The whispers became louder… and louder…

Then silence.

Nightmare stood at the very edge of the forest, peering into the darkness between the trees.

“Hello?” she called softly.

Nothing answered back.

After a long pause, she turned to leave — only to spot a tiny glass jar resting near her feet, filled to the brim with vibrant green powder. Along the side, written in delicate tiny handwriting, were the words:

“This must also be used in the ritual.”

“How odd…” she murmured.

Carefully taking the jar into her hands, Nightmare began walking back toward town, unaware of the small glowing eyes hidden deep within the woods, silently watching her disappear into the morning fog.

A vibrant ceremonial grade matcha meant for sacred rituals and quiet moments alike, this blend delivers a smooth, creamy whisk with a luminous green cup. Rich umami and natural sweetness unfold gently with every sip, finishing clean and refreshing — perfect for traditional preparation or mindful daily brews touched by a little mystery.