This is a mostly-misremembered fairy tale that I think I pulled from "Women Who Run With the Wolves" by Clarissa Pinkola Estés. In it, a character collects bones and then tends to them so they regrow flesh and become people. It's stuck with me because it's such a good metaphor for burnout, or going through change, or anything really that dissolves your psyche. I wanted this story to be a very simple very slow tale of the tending that it takes to come back from that. And also, just a story about a little old witch in the woods, because I wanted to!