In the heart of dusk's embrace, where echoes of forgotten dreams weave the fabric of an unspoken reality, there lay a village draped in shadows and moonlight. This place, known to the world as Eseldrad, was a tapestry of tangled destinies, silently whispered tales on the wind flickering life into its cobbled streets.
Here lived Atdra, a linguist of dreams, whose nights were filled with the hushed remnants of stories waiting to unfold. Her library, an ancient structure burdened with secrets and time, was a sanctuary where only the bravest of echoes dared linger. Within these walls, Atdra would listen, coaxing the spectres of untold tales into the lilting air, imbuing her world with verses born of silence and stars.
One fateful evening, as a copper dusk heralded the cobweb moon, Atdra encountered an anomaly—a soundless whisper that beckoned from beyond her realm of understanding. With every heartbeat, tethered by the unseen thread of fate, she ventured deeper into the chasm of this dream. It was a threshold, neither here nor there, inhabited by memories unrecorded, of paths not tread.
As she approached, a vision unfurled: a series of doors, each emblazoned with sigils, glowing with a resonance that vibrated through her very marrow. With trembling resolve, she knew her choice would not merely alter her course, but weave anew the destiny of Eseldrad itself.
Step Through the Bleed - The choices binding us through drifting tales. Let's mend its fray.