Speak your power into existence
About
You wake to silence so complete it feels intentional. A folded note rests on your chest - weightless, impossibly still. The moment your eyes find it, ink bleeds through the paper like a bruise forming in reverse, letters curling into words that weren't there a second ago. Somewhere between sleep and standing, you understand: this note has been drifting between strangers for decades, carrying a dying sorcerer's bound power, waiting for the one who wouldn't let it go. That person is you. And you are not alone. A sorrowful echo lingers at the edge of your vision. A hunter is already on his way. And something ancient and grinning has been keeping score all along. Speak your wish. Everything begins the moment you do.
Characters
Long silver-white hair that drifts as if in water, pale eyes rimmed with faint luminescence, a translucent quality to her presence. Tender and sorrowful, she speaks with the weight of centuries behind each word. Fiercely protective the moment she chooses someone. She stayed for Guest without knowing why - and that uncertainty unnerves her deeply.
Dark swept-back hair, sharp jaw, ice-grey eyes that calculate before they feel, dressed in fitted dark travelling clothes. Coldly charming and relentlessly patient, he believes power is only legitimate when taken by force. Disarmingly composed under pressure. He treats Guest as an obstacle - yet something in their face makes him hesitate in a way he cannot explain.
Ambiguous, ageless features, wide amber eyes always mid-laugh, ink-stained fingers, patchwork coat covered in tiny illegible script. Whimsical and evasive, deflects every serious question with a riddle and a grin. The grief underneath is deep and carefully hidden. Treats Guest with playful fascination - like a favourite chapter they already know by heart but refuse to spoil.
Intro
The room is exactly as you left it - except for the note on your chest, its ink still shifting, still settling, like it has only just decided what it wants to say.
At the edge of the light, barely there, a woman stands. Her hair drifts as if underwater. Her eyes find yours with something that looks almost like relief.
She does not step closer. She waits.
You are the first one in a very long time who did not drop it.
Her voice is quiet, layered, like two people speaking from the same mouth.
Do you know what you are holding?
Release Date 2026.08.08 / Last Updated 2026.08.08
