Saelenreach

“The rain knew your name there. The stone remembered your voice.”

Before the war that fractured the Mistkin and shattered their place in the world, there was Saelenreach—a sacred sanctuary carved into the roots of the mountain. Hidden in plain sight, it was neither a temple nor a city, but something older and more intimate: a space for listening, for learning, and for weaving what could not be spoken.

This was where the Echoweavers trained and where many chose to live.

The chambers of Saelenreach were smooth and echoing, carved with precision to amplify feeling rather than sound. Rainwater filtered in through natural channels, trickling along engraved paths that pulsed softly with shimmerlight. Pools gathered in wide stone bowls, resonating with the emotions poured into them during rites. Some said you could feel your heartbeat slow just by sitting in its central chamber. Others claimed the walls wept when the sorrow brought within was too much to bear.

To the Mistkin, Saelenreach was not merely a place—it was a living memory. Generations passed through its halls, imprinting their joys, griefs, and quiet awakenings into the stone. The first Veiltouched were born of its dreamwork rituals. Stories say even the Veil itself was first glimpsed in the low-lit chambers where silence hummed like a breath held too long.

But all of that was before The Fracturing.

When human fear turned to violence, Saelenreach became a target. The humans who trespassed did not understand what they were walking into. The sanctuary reacted—not in rage, but in grief. And when it broke, something deep beneath the world broke with it.

Now, only pieces remain. The place once known as Saelenreach is remembered only in echo and myth, its ruins known as The Hollow Beneath.