The chapel stood at the edge of the whispering woods, shrouded in perpetual dusk. Its spires pierced the blackened clouds, and moss clung to its bones like mourning lace. It had no parishioners, no priests, and no hymns—only echoes. Locals knew it as the Chapel of Lost Gods, a place where old deities were abandoned and new ones born in secret, writhing prayers.
It was Mara Grimm, an archivist from the Fractured Library, who first uncovered its location in a crumbling tome bound in flayed hymnal pages. The chapel had been erased from maps centuries ago, after it became known that worship there warped reality itself. She believed it held relics of the Eldritch Choir—gods that humanity had forgotten but never truly silenced.