521 days after a wizard cursed the REALM…
Current Version:
We now return to an unpopulated corner of the cursed and crumbling once-great REALM. We return to a humble toad who remains oblivious to its effects on history.
Some two weeks before, Mister or Miss Toad had encountered a mouse-sized horse. “A magical spring lies a day’s journey to the east that may provide all of your desires and more—but beware the Apocalypse Beast that guards the Enduring Portal,” the toad had said to the horse.
Ever since that day, Mister or Miss Toad had been consumed by a singular puzzle: “Why on Earth did I say those words, how on Earth did I say those words, and what could they possibly mean?”
Was it a day’s journey for a tiny horse?
A day’s journey for a toad?
Or a day’s journey for the Villagers who once ranged across the land in wheeled carts?
Would such a journey really lead to a magic spring? To an Enduring Portal? To an Apocalypse Beast?
If the toad had never been so far to the east, how could they have known of such fabulous things?
If the toad had never before moved their lips and tongue to form intelligible words, how had they done so in the presence of the tiny horse?
What if the toad had always possessed such knowledge?
What if the toad had always possessed the ability to speak?
What if he or she had merely forgotten, for a time, that he or she had once been something other than a toad?
“Enough of this.” Mister or Miss Toad stood on wobbly rear legs and stumbled forward, competence and confidence growing with every step. “It’s time to get some answers.”
Web3 Draft:
- Listed on OpenSea
- Listed on Rarible
Revision Notes:
To be added.
