Beneath Borrowed Skin

Time drips like sap in this place—slow, sticky, and directionless—until days fold into hours, and memory forgets what came first.

The choices that you make within these woods will shape who you become. The trees are watching, their hollow knots wide like unblinking eyes. The air hums with voices that slip through the leaves, murmuring names that are not yours—yet. Shadows stretch in ways that defy reason, reaching for you like old friends, like something that remembers. The deeper you go, the less certain you will be of where you end and the forest begins. Here, illusions are not mere tricks of the light, but a way of survival. The fey are waiting, smiling with borrowed faces, their hands outstretched in welcome. Will you trust them? Will you become one of them? Or will you find the path back before the forest learns to wear your skin?