Lantern Rite Crossing is a narrow causeway of packed earth and stone edging through a pair of dark marsh pools, its borders marked by low rock lines and solemn stone lantern pedestals.
Volatile Herb Garden is a luminous wetland patchwork—raised peat beds boxed in timber frames and overflowing with bright, bioluminescent blooms that burn like embers against the dark water.
Stormwatch Rise is a lone hump of higher ground in an expanse of marsh—an exposed peat mound crowned with wet grass and ringed by wind-bent reeds that hiss and bow under the weight of steady rain.
Sunken Vision Pool is a mirror-still bog hollow where the water lies unnaturally calm.
“Some places are meant to be crossed once—and never lightly.”
“The dead do not ask to be remembered. The living require it.”
“Every cure opens a door. I decide which ones stay shut.”
“Rain does not arrive late. It arrives after you fail to listen.”
“The marsh already knows what you’ll choose. It just hasn’t decided how to answer yet.”
“Order is brittle. Chaos is honest. And I am very good at making honesty lethal.”
“You mistake me for a monster because you can see my claws. The real danger is that you never noticed the hand guiding yours.”
“Disorder is inefficient. Fear is educational. Obedience is permanent.”