Season & Year
- Winter sets a chill so deep in the bones of Byhaven that the world spins to a still: time shivers, slumbers, and starts again—suspended, occasionally, in opalescent amber.
Pines sit sentinel at the edge of a frozen silver lake, unbent by the howl of the hungry winter winds. The air has teeth and stunted days vanish into the long stretches of night—and in the doldrums of winter the mind plays tricks. In the woods, something stirs: pebbles into a still pond, a crack in the permafrost that reverberates down to roots grown deep.
Something wakes in the shadow of the Mountains—
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