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
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 heart of the desert, where the sun douses its heat with merciless abandon, there lies an ancient temple, obscured by both the elements and time. It is a place whispered about in caravans and sung about in old ballads, a relic from a time when the gods still wandered the earth and etched … 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