The village stands before you, quiet yet unsettling in its stillness. Though there are no markings on any map, you’ve found your way here, as if drawn by something unseen. The air is different here—thicker, humming softly, with the faintest echoes of whispers just beyond your hearing. Buildings line the streets, their windows flickering with light, but no one steps forward to greet you. There is movement, but it feels distant, detached—this place seems alive, though not in a way you recognize.

To your left, a tavern glows warmly in the fading light, its door slightly ajar, inviting yet somehow off. A few figures linger inside, though they seem more curious than welcoming. Further ahead, the market square is in view. Stalls display goods that shimmer unnaturally in the fading light, items that don’t belong in any world you know. There is something unsettling about their stillness, as if they’re waiting for something—or someone.

Between the market and the alley, a peculiar building catches your eye. Its windows are veiled with rich, dark drapes, though you can just make out the glint of something—glass cages or displays, perhaps—inside. The faintest sounds echo from within, soft murmurs and distant whispers, but no faces can be seen. A faint, sweet scent lingers around the entrance, strangely inviting yet unfamiliar, as though it conceals something more than mere trinkets or wares. Whatever it holds, it feels distinctly... alive.

A narrow alley catches your eye, dimly lit by the flicker of strange lights from a small shop. The objects in its window seem to shift and change when you’re not looking directly at them, calling to your curiosity.

The village seems indifferent to your presence, yet something in the air suggests it’s aware of you. It waits, patiently, as if expecting you to choose your path. Whatever lies ahead, be cautious—this place holds secrets not meant for those who stumble upon it by accident