Four worlds. One memory.

A town that refuses to forget,
where silence speaks louder than people.

A kingdom that turns to ash,
built on echoes of what once was.

A land swallowed by mist,
where truth never stays long enough to be seen.

And a key that still echoes in the dark,
opening doors that were never meant to remain closed.

Some memories don’t belong to just one place.
They bleed through everything.

— Velvet Room