
The Skyfall Echoes
The peaks clawed at a bruised sky, broken teeth against the fading light. Dust devils danced across the shale, ghosts of arguments long settled. Old Man Tiber, they called me, though I hadn’t earned the name through age. It was…
The peaks clawed at a bruised sky, broken teeth against the fading light. Dust devils danced across the shale, ghosts of arguments long settled. Old Man Tiber, they called me, though I hadn’t earned the name through age. It was…
Setting: A crumbling observatory on the edge of Umbra. Rain lashes against the obsidian walls. Silas is meticulously sketching a complex diagram. The rain tasted of ash and regret. It always did on Umbra. I traced the lines of the…