There are lands that bloom beneath sunlight and lands that crumble under shadow, but beyond the maps drawn by cautious kings and weary sailors lies a place so ancient that even the wind seems afraid to speak its name, and it is there that our story begins, in a valley carved not by rivers but by something far older and far more deliberate, as if the earth itself once trembled and split open to make room for a secret too heavy to carry any longer.
There are lands that bloom beneath sunlight and lands that crumble under shadow, but beyond the maps drawn by cautious kings and weary sailors lies a place so ancient that even the wind seems afraid to speak its name, and it is there that our story begins, in a valley carved not by rivers but by ...