"It came to me in a dream; it will leave when I awake."
A shattered legend, a lost culture, a myth that never was.
Tirnancait is the fragments of a forgotten history, a tale passed through the mouths of the dead, misremembered, mistranslated, and ultimately lost. A medieval epic where the gods cower beneath the earth, a mother devours her children, and a hero-soul-shattered and nameless-wanders a decaying world in search of Hell.
Aidan, the cursed child. A'Uais, the monstrous goddess. Nigvis, the love that should not be. Their stories dissolve and reform, flickering between myth, allegory, and grotesque absurdity, revealing a world where history itself is an unreliable narrator.
Darkly poetic, eerily unfinished, Tirnancait is a mythological text that reads like it was excavated rather than written-a work of forgotten scholarship, bastardized theology, and the echoes of something never meant to be found.