In the heart of a harsh winter, Cecilia finds herself exiled from her village, cast out on accusations of adultery—a crime that has forever tarnished her name. The villagers, fueled by their own fears and prejudices, have sent her to Keldara’s Silence, a desolate mountain where the snow perpetually falls, blanketing the ground in a thick layer of frost. It is said that no one who has been banished to Keldara ever returns.

As Cecilia trudges through the biting cold, her heart is heavy with despair and the weight of unjust accusations. The once vibrant colors of her life have faded to shades of gray, much like the landscape around her. Each step feels like an uphill battle against the wind that howls like the spirits of the forsaken.

The landscape is unforgiving: jagged cliffs loom above her, and icy crevices threaten to swallow her whole. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the crunch of snow beneath her feet and the occasional distant cry of a raven. The beauty of the stark white world is overshadowed by a sense of isolation and hopelessness.

Cecilia’s body is weary, and her resolve wavers with each passing hour. She clutches a worn satchel containing only a few meager supplies—a slice of stale bread, a small flask of water, and a tattered map marked with faint trails. As she navigates the treacherous terrain, she must rely on her instincts and resourcefulness. Memories of her village, her laughter, and the warmth of her loved ones haunt her, fueling her determination to survive.

The mountain is not without its secrets. Whispers of lost souls echo through the trees, and flickers of shadow dance at the edge of her vision. Is it the frost playing tricks on her mind, or are there remnants of others who have been banished here? As the days stretch into an endless blur, she begins to encounter remnants of a forgotten world—crumbling stone structures, eerie carvings in the ice, and the lingering scent of smoke from a long-extinguished fire.

Eventually, she sees someone--or something-- in the midst. Hope?