The tails of old come true. Greece and her stories woven like silk dresses on the fairest maidens. Tails of honor and triumph, for the hero basks in in victory. Tragedies burning through the lands like a plague of wind, touching every blade of grass. Betrayal aching at the touch of the ones we once’s loved, before the dagger is driven into your back. Endings where the evil wins over and conquers. You pick your path, and pick it well. Every tail, every mystery, all real. Magic, creatures, monsters, different realms, the gods, all in this world.

The book is left unwritten for such an unknown reason, for a person or thing to finish the tails. Will you write your story, or let it wash away in the sands of the shore?