somewhatnaive

Some secrets are buried in silence. Others refuse to stay hidden.

Elara never expected a knock on her neighbor’s door to change everything. But when Liam—silent, guarded, and wrapped in mystery—hands her a note instead of speaking, she realizes his silence holds more than unspoken words. It holds a past he cannot outrun.

A forgotten journal. A map leading to a place that shouldn’t exist. A door buried in the earth—waiting to be opened. As Elara and Liam follow the clues, the shadows around them stir, whispering of something lost… and something that wants to be found.
What happens when you listen to the silence?

You hear the things that were never meant to be spoken.

When Silence Speaks

The dagger felt heavier than it should, its presence a quiet promise of both salvation and ruin, a cold weight that echoed the burden of the Mark. Elara closed her fingers around the cloth-wrapped hilt, her pulse drumming against the Mark on her palm, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the rising tension in the air. 


Liam’s voice cut through the thick silence, his tone sharp with urgency. “How do we even find this city?” 


The old woman’s pale eyes flickered toward the shrine walls, their gaze distant, as if she were peering into another realm. “You do not find it.” She exhaled, the sound barely more than a whisper, a sigh of resignation. “You let it take you.” 


Elara’s stomach tightened, a knot of dread forming within her. “What does that mean?” 


Chapter Ten: Descent into the Veil