The Long Way Home
There’s a strange comfort in a sky that’s half-awake and half-dreaming. I look at this path and wonder how many times it's been walked before the fog decided to swallow it whole. The manor in the distance doesn't look empty—it looks like it’s holding its breath, waiting for the person in the cloak to finally reach the door. The trees are just observers, frozen in a silent reach toward a sun that’s already given up on the day.
Curious about what’s inside? Explore the Nocturnal Manor or follow the Ghost Station.
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