The Lore: The Unseen Path

The air is sharp with pine and ice, so cold it should sting, but you feel nothing. You are a shadow among shadows, a whisper in the deep woods.

Your cloak is your armor. It's woven not just with thread, but with the magic of the northern wilds—the scent of rosemary for clarity, pine for concealment, and something ancient, like amber, that seems to bend the very light around you. You are unseen, unheard, and unknown.

You move past the snow-dusted ferns, a ghost on a secret errand for the wizards' council. They don't just trust you with their lives; they trust you with this cloak, a relic that smells of the very forest it hides you in. This is the scent of a silent promise, of a mission that cannot fail.

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Inspired by The Cloak — a forest fantasy candle for those who move unseen.