Elias is still there, writing the history of a house that refuses to be forgotten, waiting for the next heir to hear the call of the fog. AI responses may include mistakes. Learn more
It started with a rhythmic thumping behind the floorboards—the "heartbeat" of the house. Elias sat in the library, the journal open, when he heard a soft, melodic humming. It was coming from the , a room encased in glass at the back of the manor. Maniero di Mystwood
Finally, he returned to the . He understood now. The house didn't want his life; it wanted his time . Elias is still there, writing the history of