Sometimes it’s not about solving the mystery.
Sometimes it’s about remembering who you were before it all began.
Abby used to come here to think. Before the noise. Before everything unraveled.
The birds still sing. The world still hums like it remembers something we don't.
The sky doesn’t know what happened.
It’s peaceful, for now.
She used to say this place made her feel safe.
Maybe you’ll feel it too.
You can get a hold of me either in steam discussions or on DISCORD
—Fitzy Developer, Emberwave Studios