Tales

Yasmin: What is this place? Where am I? … Yasmin: I was just in the city. Now I’m in this…forest. … Yasmin: Well? You mean the well back in that grove? … Yasmin: This whole place? That doesn’t make any sense. I don’t understand. Start from the beginning.

"Visions and encounters with the being vary, often wildly, between different reports. Some describe the creature as a shadow manifest, with particular attention paid to its menacing antlers. Others, however, describe a luminous being which acts as a guide."

"If you come across a llama in your travels, I’ve found it’s best to question if the creature in question is indeed a llama. Before you tumble too far down your rabbit hole of excuses and rationalizations, think of it this way — if it turns out to be

"In my vision, I stepped into the lighthouse. The atmosphere felt thick, clinging like damp shreds of cloth around the edges of the strong, solid architecture...softening things. This place feels real, but the angles are strange, light sources unexpected, and materials are hard to pin down. Something happened here…

I: You said you found my soul. Grave-Keeper: I did. I: Is that why you've brought me to this place? I look back at the dead body in the dark passage. Grave-Keeper: I told you not to tarry. That note wasn’t meant for you. I keep the note. Or…

"The creature known only as 'Cluhd' transforms itself into a tree, small and delicate at first. However, this is merely a distraction as it is able to shoot into the clouds at a moment’s notice, casting shadows which throw any caught within them into a state of confusion. At

Edith Boyle wrestles with the shades of her past during what will become known as the "Llama Incident" in Harvest, Oklahoma.

Grave-Keeper: Don’t tarry here, Watcher. I couldn’t help but return and examine the corpse I had stepped over. What had been a candle was left burnt to nothing by the body. I noticed a paper note, suspiciously conspicuous, left unfolded by them. I picked it up and read

Old Woman: I wish these young people would not pull down the partitions. Clergyman: Why so? O.W.: Oh, because of the dog… The Clergyman became confused. What the Old Woman said next filled the Clergyman with a dread he carried for the rest of his days: “Don’t you

Set, got of disorder and violence, killed Osiris, as I’m sure you know. But did you know they were brothers? The drama. Guardian of the Scales was Anubis. In the Book of the Dead, Anubis weighed the heart against the “truth” to determine who could enter the Duat, the

Anubis was once the lord of the dead, protector and guide of souls. Until his position was usurped in the Middle Kingdom by Osiris, that is. No, this didn’t happen in the myths, it happened in the culture. What’s the difference? One is created by people, while the

“Within The Well lies an infinite landscape filled with forests and mountains. Many villages dot the terrain, yet the villagers of one village can never travel to the others. It is a stranger mystery still that each village can so easily access the Grove.”

The Grave-Keeper and I walked down long-forgotten halls made of a cold stone. I: What is this place? Where have you led me? Grave-Keeper: This is The Mausoleum. I: I’ve never heard of this place. Grave-Keeper: Few have. I: Why is that? Grave-Keeper: Here, one may find the Secret

Have you heard of the Seekers, fellow traveler? They venture out from a monastery that rests upon the Cosmic Shoreline seeking knowledge of the consciousnesses that share this universe. Once, one of these Seekers paid a visit to the Hill Folk. The Seeker: Hello. Celestia: Who are you? The Seeker:

I followed the Grave-Keeper across a line I did not know existed. Such a funny thing, the things that lie within our periphery — both inside and outside our vision. Before I knew it, we stood in a strange, stone place. This is where I found the Secret of Life.