Winter Remembers: The Call of the Shards

Years have passed since that blood-red night. You remember it in fragments.

Riddles whispered by goddesses long silent. Some struck the ice. Others held back.

Then darkness swallowed everything. You awoke in deep snow. Beside you,

a dagger: Prove yourselves. The pulse faded. You scattered to quiet villages,

pretending the dreams were gone. But winter remembers! Tonight, the veins awaken.

They burn cold. Blue-gray threads pulsing with a heartbeat that is not entirely your own.

The dreams return. Something pulls you Northward. Urgently. Like a hook.