In the quiet moments when the fog rolls thick and the streets fall silent, some swear they feel watched. Not by beasts or ghosts—but by something older, something once human.

The Fogweavers are whispered to be remnants of forgotten choices, souls bound to the mist by secrets too dangerous to remember.

Were they guardians who failed… or inventors who went too far?

Their true origin has been lost to time—until now. The next story dares you to uncover the truth.