Step into the hallowed silence.

The conquest has ended, and now the world reveals its soul in a final, breathtaking act of surrender. This is the requiem of the forest, painted in crimson and gold, where the air grows crisp with the scent of memory and beautiful decay.

It is a season that teaches a profound truth: that beauty is never more potent than when it is letting go, and that every falling leaf is a promise to the earth. Witness the magnificent grace of its dissolution.

Interactive Rune Stone
Ancient Rune Stone

Mystic Note



Beneath the hollow boughs where whispers coil, I marked the second dusk with a silent sigil. The rivers now run backwards, and those who listen may find their names unraveling in the roots. Tread softly—there are eyes in the bark and hunger in the moss.

Seek the stone that weeps, if you would find the path unwalked. Tell no one of the shadows that follow, for only the lost may wake the listener.


—A wanderer, scarred by thunder, waiting in the Soul Forest