Sterenn has lost everything.
And no one is waiting for her.
Except, perhaps... this place where everything fades.
She has nothing left.
No roots. No family. No future.
Only a forgotten island, shrouded in mist, offered as a final refuge by the vanished hand of a grandmother long gone.
There, the wind moans between the stones.
The nights stretch on, filled with echoes and unbearable silences.
Something watches.
Someone is waiting.
He doesn't know her.
She doesn't understand why her heart is breaking.
And yet... everything in them recognizes the other.
Cael.
A being of shadow and regret, condemned to survive what he never dared to name.
He does not remember her.
And yet, her presence reopens an ancestral wound.
This is not a love story.
It is a fall.
A forgotten vow, returned to haunt the living.
On the island of Erynweald, the past is a wound that never truly heals.
And sometimes, the only place where we can find those we love... is nestled in silence - where even the dead still weep.
ERYNWEALD is a gothic elegy, an offering to oblivion, a requiem for the broken hearts that never stopped waiting in the dark.
Because sometimes, the most beautiful vows are the ones life never allowed to be fulfilled.