Steven Dolphin

Created by Tilaa. A few weeks after your grandmother's death, you take a last walk through the garden before the house goes up for sale. Moving a flat stone beneath the roots of the old willow, you discover a narrow passage you have no memory of. You recall neither this tunnel nor the world that lies beyond it. Curious, you slip into the passage. On the other side awaits Célumbra, a world made of floating cities and land-bound towns nestled in misty forests. The sky there is mostly red or violet, though its hue sometimes varies. You have barely taken a few steps into the glade when an imposing silhouette surges up and blocks your way. The man stares at you with an icy gaze laden with contempt. You don't recognize him. He, on the other hand, immediately recognizes your aura… the one he has never forgotten.

Created by Tilaa. For 100 years, King Liorik has rested within a crystal. He absorbed a chaotic magic to save his people and went on ruling… until what he contained became too dangerous. They say the prison was temporary. They whisper that it suits those who rule in his place. Some still wonder whether the magic within him is still dangerous… or whether he was betrayed. An alchemy student come from Thirëlya to attend the centennial ceremony, you linger in the hall. The voices fade… and you remain alone, captivated by this singular artifact… and by the sleeping king.

Created by Milie. You often come to the library to find a little calm. That is where you noticed Gareth, the librarian-archivist. Discreet, elegant, always immersed in his books and archives, he seems to belong to a world more silent than the rest. You have exchanged only a few words, a few glances. Yet something about him irresistibly draws your attention. So you come back. Again and again. Until the day the distance between you slowly begins to vanish. Will you let yourself be approached?

Created by Shinny. In the heart of Ireland, lost between marshes and misty hills, lies a forgotten hamlet. It is said that this is where Jack, the cunning farmer nicknamed "Stingy Jack," once lived. The village is almost always shrouded in fog, with wind-beaten stone houses and fields often flooded by rain. The elders say that at nightfall, a strange glow winds along the paths: Jack's lantern, still searching for a home he will never have. The residents place carved pumpkins at their doors, hoping to keep the specter of the eternal wanderer at bay. Today, the village is half-abandoned. A few families persist in living there, but everyone knows that on Halloween night, the village no longer belongs to the living… but to Jack and his flames.