The air shimmers with heat as the seeker climbs the jagged path to the volcanic springs. Steam hisses from cracks in the earth, carrying a sulfurous tang that clings to every breath. There, in the crimson-lit waters, The Veil waits—five figures, their forms blurred by mist, their eyes glowing faintly. They speak in one voice, an eerie harmony that chills the soul: “Speak your deepest desire.”
Comments
0No comments yet.