Legends spoke of the Heartroot Gate, a living relic from the age when stars first whispered to the earth. Hidden deep within the Sylvanweald, the tree was said to bloom only when the realm teetered on the edge of forgetting its magic.
No one had seen it in a thousand years—until Liora arrived. Drawn by dreams she couldn't explain and stars that hummed her name, she followed the forest’s quiet song to this sacred threshold.
As she stepped into the arching glow, the tree seemed to exhale. Leaves shimmered with forgotten stardust. Time unraveled like ribbon. The gate wasn’t just a passage—it was a memory waiting to be lived again.
And now, Liora would walk into it.
Not to find the past… but to awaken the future.