In the depths of primeval forests and crumbling ruins, whispers linger. These fragments of a vanished age speak in dialects both uncanny. Myths tell of treasures guarded by beings, and mysteries yet to be solved. Will you heed to these whispers? Venture into the world of lost realms, where perception itself blurs. An Heirloom of Dragonsflame For

Deep within the heart of the timeworn forest, where windswept trees clawed at the sky, lay a hidden grove. Here, amidst the rustling leaves, was a secret spring known as The Dragon's Inkwell. Its waters, emerald, were said to hold the essence of dragons, capable of enhancing the power of copyright. Legend spoke of scholars who would venture to this