There are absences that echo louder than any sound, silences that scream secrets the waking world refuses to acknowledge. For Elizabeth...

Imagine, if you will, a world that has never known the kiss of a sun. Lunaria is bathed in an eternal twilight, its landscapes sculpted by millennia of shifting moonglow and secrets whispered on winds that carry the scent of ancient stone and something wilder, something magical. It’s a realm where the very air hums with a primal energy, but this energy, its lifeblood, is waning. Lunaria is dying, its magic fading like a forgotten memory, its celestial balance disturbed...