Introducing
Beneath a sky stitched with starlight, the Grove breathes. Towering seed-pods drift skyward in quiet ceremony, each etched with ancient faces - guardians of forgotten knowledge.
Beneath a sky stitched with starlight, the Grove breathes. Towering seed-pods drift skyward in quiet ceremony, each etched with ancient faces - guardians of forgotten knowledge. The air shimmers with unseen rhythms, and the flora pulses like sentient beings in prayer. At the center, a lone Forager approaches the great Orb of Echoes, guided not by map, but by instinct - drawn by a whisper older than time itself.
This is no mere forest. It is a threshold between the known and the unknowable. To step into the Ascension Grove is to shed certainty, and embrace the voices of the realm that speak without sound.
By Ginnraff
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