Is this just the beginning or the end? The boundary blurs and the tale unfolds like an old map, its edges worn by time. But what is happening? The question echoes through the caverns of forgotten lore.



In the basement’s darkness, where cobwebs cling to to wooden beams like the memory of a lost loved one, dreams and truths entwine. The world lies far, far away — its secrets veiled. What has happened to it? Or perhaps, what would have happened? This dream, a fragile tapestry, unravels against the cosmic loom of life.

All is weird

• The Master’s will, an iron decree, governs the broken kingdom of Gnomes.
  
• A dark mission, veiled in shadows, beckons only in the Prologue’s hallowed pages. The ink smells of ancient forests, and the parchment cradles forgotten oaths.
• See what the Kingdom will become, should you falter. The Gnomes’ destiny rests upon your trembling hands — their hopes, sorrows, their whispered lullabies.
• And there, amidst the gnarled roots, a voice in your head murmurs cryptic riddles. Is it memory or prophecy? Listen closely.

Escape from the nightmare, dear wanderer. Traverse the labyrinth of ink, blood, and imagination. Finish the prologue, and perhaps — just perhaps — you’ll glimpse something else: a door ajar, a glimmer of forgotten magic, a path diverging into the unknown.