"In the beginning was the Shadow, and the Cartographer was alone." With that burden in place, the journey commenced beyond the veil of night, through whispering curtains of fog upon paths unmarked, lands unnamed, lost within the murmuring darkness.
The village of Umbravia lay strewn between the dying twilight and the night's embrace. Streets, named after forgotten deities, wound like serpents through gnarled alleys where lanterns flickered, revealing the world in snatches of glow and dark.
The Isles of Silence rest southward, shrouded in a nimbus of perpetual mist. There, even the winds dare not venture a sound. Only the solitary traveler may hear the hushed symphony of murmurings dancing over the moonlit waves.