She wakes to a map she doesn’t remember drawing… and a life she can’t recall living.

In Tales of Virillia: The Last Light, N.R. Ashworth invites you into a world where memory is fragile, magic is restless, and identity is something that can be stolen - or buried.

Azariah lives in a quiet cottage at the edge of nowhere, tracing the same inked paths across a worn map, chasing fragments of a past that refuses to return. Each attempt ends the same way: a pounding ache behind her eyes and the unsettling sense that something inside her is trying to break free. The map marks a journey she must have taken. The red X marks where she is now. But everything in between is gone.

Until the cracks begin to show.
A sharper pain. A flicker of recognition. A feeling that the life she’s living isn’t hers, not entirely. And beyond the safety of her small, dim world, Virillia waits: vast, dangerous, and threaded with secrets that seem to know her better than she knows herself.

As memory and reality begin to blur, Azariah is pulled toward a truth that does not want to be found. Because forgetting was never an accident. And remembering may cost more than she’s ready to lose.

Told with a quiet intensity and a steady pull of mystery, The Last Light unfolds like a secret being uncovered piece by piece - where every answer leads deeper into the unknown, and every step forward risks awakening something long buried.

Some stories begin with a journey.
This one begins with what was taken, and what refuses to stay lost.