Incantalia by Chestnut Brown

Where lines on the map turn to dots.
Where rules begin to fade away.
Where clarity slips, and logic crumbles.

Between the tall pines of Incantalia, a strange magic stirs. The howling winds there carry the power of transformation. Travelers who enter this part of the forest lose their way, drawn by the moon’s pull, trapped in a cycle of fear, doubt, and madness.

Here, Chestnut Brown will meet his shadow: a self that exists only in this place. There is no promise of escape, but should he cross beyond Incantalia’s borders, he will emerge changed - stronger, perhaps, yet with strands of darkness still clinging like cobwebs.
And with one knowing: to face the shadow is to find the light that shapes it.

Comfy synth.
Plant synth.
Forest synth.