For as long as anyone can remember, your world has been wrapped in stillness, swallowed in the depths of an unending winter. No one alive remembers the warmth of summer or the growth of spring; the colors of the autumn leaves. All that remains are stories. You may believe in gods or angels, but if they do exist, they aren’t here. Maybe their absence has caused this. Or maybe it was always this way. Sometimes stories are only stories.
Something else, however, has disturbed the silence of your world. They go by many names. Shadows. Hollow Ones. Corrupt. Demons. Monsters. They grow more and more prevalent, and your world grows more and more dangerous. There are rumors spreading from all around of a safe place, a community hidden from the monsters. Find the Silent Forest. It may be your only hope.
Can you hear the whispers?