Silk Shrouds of the Frostbound Wilds

When snow begins to rise instead of fall, the northern wilds descend into a silence more terrifying than death.

Entire villages are found breathing but empty-bodies wrapped in glistening frost-silk while their spirits wander through dream-fields too beautiful to resist. Beneath the tundra, an ancient frost-entity known only as the Devourer harvests memory, guilt, and longing, feeding not on flesh but on consciousness itself.

Elowen carries ancestral flame in her blood-fire passed down through...