In the penultimate chapter of all cosmic tales, where worlds end and stories begin, the Ender Gardener toiled. Aerith, as she named herself, derived from the air that whispered eternal secrets. Aerith was the last of her kind, a remnant of the Eldritch, a civilization that thrived where time folded upon itself like whispers in … Read more
Once upon a time, as such tales invariably begin, the Birchwood was a place of whispered leaves and dappled sunlight, where sprites danced and foxes held court in their own sly way. It was a forest where shadows played at being solid and where the wind carried stories worth hearing. But then, as is often … Read more
Beyond the veridian edge of the known lands where cartographers falter and poets find their verse, lay the great fungal canopies of the Ombra Woods. Rumors, thick as the fog that hugged the ground, whispered of its unbelievable occupant—a Mushroom Monarch. Maeve and Thom, both explorers of considerable repute and healthy disregard for the impossible, … Read more
In that haunted hour just before dawn, when the world seems dipped in the ink of old ghost stories, an odd collection of adventurers gathered by the shore of the Forgotten Sea. This peculiar body consisted of Cora, who could hear songs in the wind and had hair as wild as stormclouds; Bram, whose eyes … 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