📖 Prologue
Long before anyone remembered to write it down, long before the roads were mapped and the forests tamed, there was a world behind the world. A place woven from lost things — forgotten names, discarded memories, and old, untold magic.
It was called Everveil.
For centuries, it stayed hidden, sealed by doors disguised as ordinary things: the hollow of an ancient tree, a crack between cellar stones, a library’s dust-choked archive.
But doors have a way of remembering.
And sometimes, they remember who they’re waiting for.
On a storm-heavy night in the town of Briarwood, one such door began to stir.
Beneath the floorboards of the old public library, something shifted — a sigh of air where there should be none, a flicker of cold light like a star trapped in wood.
Upstairs, the librarian sat alone, his pale fingers brushing the worn spine of a book older than the town itself. He felt it. Knew it.
A visitor was coming.
And in a small house not far away, a silver key dreamed of a hand it had never touched.
