In a world where the hum of machines has replaced the whisper of spells, where glass towers scrape the sky instead of crystal spires reaching toward the stars, magic has become nothing more than a child's tale. The Age of Wonder ended not with a bang, but with a slow, suffocating silence that crept across the land like fog, drowning out the songs of the Fae and dimming the lights that once danced in every shadow.
Most have forgotten. Most are content with their ordered, predictable lives of steel and steam. But some remember the old stories, the old dreams. And sometimes, when the moon is full and the night is still, those dreams call out to be awakened once more.
This is the story of such a dreamer, and the coin that changed everything.