I’m looking for Presenters, Contributors, and Affiliates for my upcoming immersive, storytelling Quest. — There is no fee to participate — No minimum list size — One solo email required during the waitlist period — One solo email required during the live period — Social media is optional — 40% commissions on all upsells w/ 90-day cookie — All sponsorships are 70% off right now Here is the story behind the Quest. You can find the deadlines at the bottom: The Winter Solstice Wealth Spell: Supermoon Abundance Magic with Fairies and Woodland Creatures Past the Ancient Grove, past the northernmost edge of the Sparkleverse™ map where the cartographers gave up and wrote here be cold, there is a forest that only exists 31 days a year. It's called Everfrost. Every year, when the nights stretch long, and the rest of the world is hustling toward year-end goals, the woods return. The trees push up through the snow. The lanterns light themselves. The cottages remember their tenants. By dawn on January 1, the woods are gone again. Not destroyed. Just folded back into themselves. Which means you have 31 days. This year, you're invited in. "You don't create abundance. You remember it. You don't earn your worth. You arrived with it. The Winter Woods know this. They've always known. They return every December because most of us forget, and the woods are patient." Twelve Fairies live in Everfrost year-round. In December, they wake up to teach. Nineteen Woodland Helpers arrive between fairy days with practices, prompts, and small gifts. Your experts are the Lantern Bearers: souls who have walked the road of abundance, rest, or wealth and arrived in Everfrost to share what they carried. If your work touches money mindset, sacred rest, seasonal strategy, generosity, worthiness, manifestation, year-end completion, or anything else you think would be a great fit, there is a lantern in Everfrost with your name on it. Your Hosts Frostwick the Elder is the keeper of the Winter Woods. Older than December itself. Long silver braid. A lantern that has never gone out. A snow owl named Soren on her shoulder. When she speaks, you listen.