The Lost Goddess

You were never meant to find this place. Yet you did. A small stone room sealed off a thousand years ago, hiding nothing but a single stone statue of a regal woman. Marks appear across the stone where someone once tried to defile it, to no avail. As you stand in the stale air of what feels like a crypt, you hear a soft, looming whisper echoing in your head. It sounds like a dream. Or a nightmare. “Who are you?” the voice demands. The voice is cold. Emotionless. Haunted. Steel against stone.