The Story

Elderfen’s windmill was never just a mill.

Generations ago it belonged to an old, secretive household on the hill—a family known for its obsession with forbidden studies and the creatures those studies required. When the estate burned, the windmill was the only structure left standing. The fire never reached it. Or perhaps it wouldn’t burn.

The villagers still avoid the path at dusk. They remember the nights when the family’s shadows moved against the windows, long after the lamps had gone out. They remember the sound from the mill’s cellar—a grinding that wasn’t grain and wasn’t machinery. After the final screams, the doors sealed themselves until the hinges warped black.

Now the mill twists a little more each year, boards bending as if bracing against something inside. Some travelers swear they’ve seen claw marks gouged into the inner walls, always fresh, always new. Others claim the blades spin backward when the moon is pale, pulling the fog inward as if the building is breathing.

The locals insist the windmill isn’t empty.
They say the old family’s work didn’t die with them.
It simply moved into the only structure strong enough—and hungry enough—to keep going.

I made the Elderfen Windmill because I’m drawn to structures that feel used and abandoned—places where something went wrong but it wasn’t destroyed. I wanted a piece that wasn’t simply broken, but changed. A building that adapted instead of collapsing, the way people do when survival demands it. Still standing, long after it should have been gone.

The windmill form mattered. Windmills are meant to harness force, to take something uncontrollable and turn it into work. I liked the idea of one that kept doing that long after it should have stopped—feeding on motion, pressure, and the heart that remained inside it.

This piece wasn’t made to feel safe or nostalgic. It was made to feel persistent. Like something that endured because it learned how to hold what others couldn’t. The twisting walls, the off-balance structure, the uneasy stillness—those details exist because this isn’t a ruin.

It’s a continuation.

And whatever the mill was built to sustain…
it’s still being sustained.

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