4. Sting

Even now, the wind that dances through the ruins carries a faint sting, a sharpness in the throat, an itch in the eyes. Some scholars believe this to be lingering spores from the corrupted bloom. Others argue it is something arcane: a defense mechanism left by the town's last mage. Visitors report feeling watched, bitten, haunted. Some carry back blisters, others dark dreams. One explorer claimed he saw a thousand tiny insects form the shape of a grieving woman before scattering with a hiss. Whether natural or supernatural, Ringhaven’s air still wounds those who breathe it.