In a dusty corner of the Harrowdale University’s endless library, amidst scrolls that smelled like forgotten rain, Professor Iris Thistlewood’s fingers stumbled upon a map. Not just any map, but one interwoven with threads of quicksilver and hues startlingly reminiscent of the deep sea. It depicted an erratic coastline that dared to kiss a tumultuous … Read more
In the forgotten creases of the world, where the map edges frayed into tendrils of mythical inadequacy, there lay ruins choked by the overzealous embrace of the jungle. Strangler figs, like tendrilous fingers, had peeled away the stones’ secrets, layer by layer, until all that remained were the bones of a civilization long gasped its … Read more
The lone adventurer—who for the sake of our story we shall call Finch—found the desert temple not so much by fate as by a unique intertwining of destiny and an oversight, having misplaced her compass three dunes back. It lay sprawling before her, emerging from the wind-swept sand like an old bedsheet tossed aside by … Read more