The forest is forgetting itself. Something at its heart has gone quiet since last winter, and the forgetting is spreading outward — slowly, gently, the way frost moves across still water.

You have been walking. You have been paying attention. The light follows you through the canopy, and your companion Mote appears at dusk to illuminate what you almost missed.

The forest has chosen you for something. You don't know what yet. But your hearthstone is warm in your pocket, and the path ahead feels particular — as if it has been waiting for your specific footfall.

Every walk moves the story forward. Every day reveals what comes next.