WHICH WAY IS NORTH?
Which way is North?
How do you reach North without seeing?
His world is darkness, but not silence; for the staff in his hand sings. Curved from an ancient tree whose roots drink from the hidden warmth beneath the snow, it hums a melody only he can hear, a compass tuned to the heartbeat of the North.
He navigates the world searching for his mother's homeland. The land he seeks is no barren waste. Rivers slice through ice like liquid sapphire, their music harmonizing with his staff. Towers of crystal and light pierce the horizon - spires built by forgotten hands, refracting auroras into swords of color. Here, cold is not an end but a crucible.
Fruit trees, heavy with pomegranates glowing like embers, thrive where others would perish. Their sweetness is earned. Their roots know secrets.
This is Frostsprite, where the land is like a fable. Are all fables true?
