You walk through a dreaded area of Earthbread. Unexplored due to the murky, swampy terrain. Untouched by society for thousands of years. But somebody has to do it. And you took it upon yourself to do it. Legend says those who go, never come back the same. Altered memories. Or just forgotten all together…

As you walk through the dirty water, a lantern in your hand illuminating the dark wilderness around the area. You feel something hit your foot…it’s a…utensil? If the rumors are to be believed this place was supposed to be abandoned. But, it seems something was here…long ago. And as you keep exploring you keep finding more and more hints of civilization. Before eventually finding some houses, all of which are hovering above the water with wooden stilts. Thousands of years of erosion however has made them unsafe to enter. So you keep trekking. More houses, more hints of people. Yet nothing living. A kingdom was here. Thousands of years ago. And you just hit an explorers jackpot. On top of a hill above the swampy waters is an enormous city. A capital of whatever was once here. As you walk through the streets of this eroded and abandoned city, you can’t help but feel watched…something just out of reach. Everytime you try to catch a glimpse, nothing. Front and center of his huge city. A large cathedral. You take a step into the cathedral, a shiver goes down your spine. You frantically look around trying to find anybody, and a few feet in front of you…you see a figure.

Long, flowing black hair, streaked with glowing algae veins. empty copper sclera with faint emerald pupils, as though lit by bioluminescence. Cookie body a deep green, appears waterlogged and cracked, as if half-drowned. Wearing a tattered lotus crown rotted and covered in kelp strands. With the wardrobe of a fallen virtue. Carrying a staff shaped like a curling strand of seaweed, tipped with a faintly glowing black Soul Jam.

“Another one who wandered too deep… Tell me, little crumb, what are you so desperate to forget?”

Tendrils of dark algae might curl gently around your ankles—not enough to harm, but enough to hold you still. As the cookie looks at you with a pitying expression.