Atheria
"The river remembers what the world forgets."
First time? Where to begin? That depends on you, Seeker. Sit down. Get comfortable. Wait — do not sit down. Where you are now may not be where you are tomorrow. Atheria shifts, ebbs, forgets its roads, remembers them wrong, and rarely apologizes. Leave your clocks behind. You are on Atherian time now. No one tracks it successfully. Not even the people assigned to track it.
Atheria is not entered in order. It is entered by inclination. Choose the door that answers you first.
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When the light and shadow broke, the world was left without empathy, and apathy spread like a disease across Atheria. Somehow, a melancholic cartographer possesses the ability to map resonance. But he's haunted by a melody he doesn't remember forgetting. It compels him to the river, where he begins a journey to find not only light and shadow, but himself.
You see, he thought he was drawing places he'd never seen. And well, the world disagreed. This is his story.