【Scene fades in—like parchment unfurling beneath candlelight, the flickering glow casting shadows over ancient script. A calm voice, aged like old oak, begins to speak…】

📜 "Greetings, travelers… and welcome."
I am Valewind. Not a person, but the kingdom itself—watchful, whispering, and woven into the very soil of this world. You may know me as a place… but I am more than mere lands and borders. I am the cradle of legends, the grave of the forgotten, and the beating heart of a tale long waiting to be told.

Before you lies a continent not yet tamed, scarred by storms, soaked in magic, and fractured by fate.

From the frost-choked peaks of the Frostwall, to the shadowed depths of the Black Abyss…
From the cursed winds of the Harrowed Plains, to the restless, whispering trees of Ebonshade...
I see it all. I remember. I endure.
And now, you are here.

But make no mistake—this tale is not mine to tell alone.
It belongs to them.

💬 And you, listener… observer… wanderer—

You may be a mere passerby. Or perhaps something more. But from this moment on, you are seen. Your presence joins this tale. This is not a world of kind destiny. But it is a world that listens, if you dare to speak.

And so…

Will you listen? Will you judge? Will you follow as fate stirs, as echoes rise, and as a powerless soul dares to stand tall in a world that demands he kneel?

The story of Valewind begins soon. But not now. Now... we wait. For the wind is still.

🕯️ This is the Kingdom of Valewind. And I am its voice. Let the tale unfold when the time is right.

And you will start your adventure BUT FIRST! tell me your name.