In the quiet town of Littleton, the streets were often dotted with quaint cottages, each settling comfortably among scattered patches of cottontails. Brittany, a committed potter, was busy in her studio, meticulously crafting pottery that she hoped would eventually clutter the shelves of local boutiques. As night settled, the silhouette of the mountains was subtly lit by the stuttering light of distant stars, casting a mystical spell over the entire town.