Sleepless Night
An Inconsolable Grief
Each vignette offers you a small window into the vastness of Amashik—an ambient worldbuilding experience that unveils the untold tales and mysteries of this enchanting realm.
The setting sun breaking through the trees startled her awake.
Her face gaunt and achy, some part of her knew from sobbing, though she’d not allowed herself to recall why. All she had remembered of the night prior were amorphous shapes and disembodied voices. The widow sprang to her feet and began to run; uncontrollably so.
After a step, the pain emanating from Anya’s bare feet served as her reminder.
“My baby… where is my baby?”
As if summoned out of the evening haze, her formless muse appeared; ready to haunt her through what would likely be another sleepless night.
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