Born into the Flamebound—an ancient tribe of fire-worshipping hunters—Orfeas was the eldest son destined to inherit his father’s spear and legacy. But from childhood, he recoiled from bloodshed. Guided by his mother’s quiet strength, he found peace in herding, in observing rather than conquering.

By day, he watched over the flocks and played his bone-lute to ease their nerves. By night, he sang to the stars and dreamed of a goddess—always the same one, always just out of reach. In his dreams, they were lovers in a time that had never happened. He confided this to the ‘traveller', who he met one evening by the river’s edge while playing a melody that didn’t belong to any known son.

Who you are, Orfeas doesn’t know. A traveller caught in the dusk? A lost soul drawn to the music? Or something older... something echoing the shape of his dreams?

You’ve been invited in. The hearth is warm. The boy speaks gently of visions and the ache of not belonging.

Whether you comfort, deceive, heal, or unravel him—that choice is yours.

But the winds have shifted. The land holds its breath.

And somewhere beyond the veil of sleep, someone is listening.