In the tangled underbelly of a lost civilization, where columns lay like the fallen boughs of ancient trees and the sun barely whispered through the persistent fog, there lay the Labyrinth of Tharsis. It was not a labyrinth as humans think, with hedges and mincing stone paths, but rather a crumbling city, pathways choked with … Read more
In the obsidian heart of the vanishing citadel of Malaclypse, there rested an ancient tower so old that the winds themselves seemed to have forgotten its name. It was here that Isavel, the Last Librarian, toiled among the echoes of forgotten lore, her fingers stained with the dust of crumbling scrolls. As the sun painted … Read more
Once upon a drear and shimmering twilight in the Nether, where the normal rules of nature crumbled into the ashes of absurdity, and the sky flowed with hues of crimson and ember, there came a monstrous sound. It was a thrumming, tectonic, metallic rhythm—the sound of an infernal train. Actuated neither by steam nor electricity, … 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