A light fell upon the mountain. And ever since, the forest’s silence has never sounded the same.

You are a solitary dweller, living in a lonely cabin deep in the woods. One seemingly ordinary night, a strange sound, something between thunder and a distant scream breaks the stillness. Through your window, you see it: a pulsing light descending toward the mountain. Driven by a curiosity you can’t explain, you decide to follow it.

As you venture deeper, the forest begins to change. Colors fade, the air thickens, and the sense of being watched becomes undeniable. Something out there is calling you something ancient, patient, and hungry for remembrance and form.