"If the curse remains unbroken, then on the child’s twenty-first birthdate, the realm will vanish entirely—sealed from thought and denied to memory… to be forever known as the Hidden Hybiscus.”

Legends say the Whispering Woods guard Arkaik Alpynz’s oldest mystery—snowflakes that whisper to those fated to listen.

My name is Myst Silvraim, and I am the heir to a kingdom carved from frost and sleet. Never have my crown nor my bloodline been questioned, because each year on my birthdate, a snowflake appears on my body, connecting me to the enchanting woods. Eighteen are etched delicately into my flesh. They arrive without warning, shimmer for only a twinkle of time, then vanish into silence.

Will a snowflake whisper to me?

The hush broke not with a whisper, but with a bloom—amethyst petals laced in frost. Its return stirred something long forgotten. Someone cursed so viciously, even the woods buried the memory.

Is the bloom looking for me?

When the solstice shattered and two threads of fate descended, the whispers unraveled everything I am.

And the necklace I once trusted is not a protection, but a tether. If I keep it, I remain bound to this realm. But if I remove it… I may never find my way back to the only home I know.

Do I dare?