A land of crumple unfolds before your eyes, mountains made not of stone but of soft, soft whispering paper.
The creatures, clad in shadows, peek from beneath each crumple, eyes wide with stories untold.
You pause, captivated, as their tales unravel, threadbare yet rich, beneath your fingertips.
A distant call, an echo from corners forgotten, reaches for those who dare venture.
Beneath the sheeted stars, inky secrets intertwine with the fabric of night, where cool rustling winds tell of the Crumple King.
Visions of paper wings dance above, weaving fibrous dreams as the moon chuckles quietly into the folds.
Journey further with curious touch and find yourself entranced by rare glimpses among the whisper reeds or challenge the night's guard at the Shadow Gate.