Hollow Weald

The village of Wealdmere is gone. Not destroyed. Not abandoned. Just... missing.

No blood. No bodies. Just cold porridge, still-warm hearths-and whispers in the fog.

When a war-scarred cleric, a brooding elven ranger, and a silver-tongued thief are hired to uncover the mystery, they find more than silence waiting in the woods. The forest is alive-but not in the way nature should be. It remembers. It reflects. It offers everything you ever wanted... if you're willing to forget who you are.

Beneath the roots of a crooked tree, something ancient is dreaming-a lullaby made flesh, a love so deep it would rather destroy the world than let it go. Twisted dryads, mirrored swarms, weeping husks... these are only the beginning.

To survive, each must face the darkest truths of their pasts-reflected back at them with a smile.

Some forests grow.

Others... keep.