mariana vale

[Part 1] The house had quieted to a tender stillness. Beyond the windows, the meadows whispered under a veil of moonlight, and the cicadas sang their slow, rhythmic lullaby to the night. Inside, the hearth burned low and golden, the light flickering softly over the old wooden beams and the worn...

The air was softer here. Getting colder this time of year, but nowhere near biting like the kind that clung to the high ridges around Snowpeak Sanctuary. Here, the chill carried the scent of loam and grass, the quiet rhythm of the meadows breathing under an open sky. Eve walked with her hood...