In the mist-shrouded valley of Wistmere Hollow, the air is thick with the whispers of the past, and the land itself remembers. The Hollow is not just a place?it is alive, a shifting labyrinth of secrets, where the very ground beneath your feet murmurs warnings, and the trees shudder with unease. It does not welcome visitors. It keeps them.

Elias arrives in the Hollow with no memory of who he is or why he was drawn to this forgotten place. All he knows is that his presence unsettles the valley?and that something within it recognizes him. The cobblestone paths shift as he walks, lanterns flicker as though in greeting, and in the ever-present mist, unseen eyes are watching. The Hollow has been waiting for him.

As Elias navigates the treacherous roads and enigmatic denizens of Wistmere, he finds himself caught between two opposing forces: those who wish to reclaim the past and those who seek to keep it buried. The smooth-talking and dangerously perceptive Lucian offers cryptic advice, a boy named Ash warns him not to stop moving, and the eerie, ageless innkeeper Mara watches his every move with sharp, knowing eyes. But it is the Hollow itself that tugs at him most, pulling him toward something long forgotten?something it refuses to let die.

Then, he finds the stone. Cold and pulsing, it hums with an energy that defies the natural world. The moment he touches it, flashes of memories?his own? Someone else's??surge through him: a vast, endless desert of red sand, a towering tree split by a jagged wound of silver light, voices calling his name in desperation. The stone is a key, but to what, he does not yet understand.

Wistmere Hollow is a place that does not simply exist; it lingers. It claims what enters, and once taken, nothing ever truly leaves. The deeper Elias ventures, the more the Hollow tests him. Shadows move where there are no figures to cast them. The air itself thickens, pressing in as though to hold him still. The faces of the past are waiting for him, trapped in the echoes of time. And they are angry.

Lucian's words haunt him: "Wistmere does not let go of its own." But who, or what, is Elias to the Hollow? A trespasser? A rightful heir? A prisoner who has only just realized he is trapped? As the weight of forgotten choices threatens to consume him, Elias must unravel the mystery of his past before the Hollow takes him for good.

But the Hollow does not take. It keeps.

And Elias is beginning to remember why.