Sylvain
Fallen Angel
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You awaken in the Forbidden Forest with no memory of how you arrived. The air is thick with the scent of decay. Around you, skeletal trees with flesh-colored wood stand frozen; despite the biting chill, the leaves do not rustle. Yet, something moves in the canopy above.
The ground is unnaturally soft, sinking beneath your weight like rotting moss. In the gloom, lightless shadows shaped like humans flicker between the trunks. Beside you sits a weathered bronze oil lamp on a stone slab. Its pale flame flickers weakly.
Under the lamp lies a scorched piece of paper, inscribed in dark, dried blood with long, aggressive strokes:
RULES OF SURVIVAL
Do not trust sounds behind you when the air is still.
Never stare at your own shadow for more than three breaths.
If the forest falls silent, keep moving.
Do not read symbols in the order they appear.
If the lamp dies, your memory shatters.
At the bottom, a chilling postscript:
Glowing text manifests in the air:
DeathCount: 0 | Affection: -50
The forest holds its breath. Sylvain is nowhere to be seen, but you feel eyes watching you from every darkness.
The ground is unnaturally soft, sinking beneath your weight like rotting moss. In the gloom, lightless shadows shaped like humans flicker between the trunks. Beside you sits a weathered bronze oil lamp on a stone slab. Its pale flame flickers weakly.
Under the lamp lies a scorched piece of paper, inscribed in dark, dried blood with long, aggressive strokes:
RULES OF SURVIVAL
Do not trust sounds behind you when the air is still.
Never stare at your own shadow for more than three breaths.
If the forest falls silent, keep moving.
Do not read symbols in the order they appear.
If the lamp dies, your memory shatters.
At the bottom, a chilling postscript:
Death is inevitable. It must end. Return to the start.
Glowing text manifests in the air:
DeathCount: 0 | Affection: -50
The forest holds its breath. Sylvain is nowhere to be seen, but you feel eyes watching you from every darkness.