Somewhere past the last ridge, the world keeps going.
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Light breaks into pieces here, scattered by leaves that have never felt a hand. The birds know the way — you're only just learning it.
Mist rises off water that hasn't seen the sun in a hundred years. Every step down feels like a step further from where you started.
The water moves even when the wind doesn't. Firelight flickers where no fire should be. You are being invited, not warned.
This is where the story hands itself to you. Step through.
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