She hums lullabies to rusting cradles and asks strangers if they'd like to be... assembled.
Its voice echoes like a verdict read from the deep past: emotionless, unwavering, and final.
She arrives mid-sentence, surrounded by flickering lights that whisper what she cannot say aloud.
The Riverbank Village is a serene settlement nestled along the winding bends of a crystal-clear river.
He does not speak of the night his clan fell—but the ashmarks on his axe and the salt in his eyes speak louder than any tale.
His smile is soft and sad, like the first leaf of fall. But his blade speaks for those who were tricked, ensnared, or never returned.