Somewhere between the waking world and the deep, the old gods left their lights scattered in the dark. Drift among them. Touch each one, and remember the myth it keeps.
Move your cursor (or finger) to guide the light · tap a glow to remember
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Dawn
You wake.
The chariot, the cave, the serpent, the tree, the flame — all dissolve into the grey of morning. But the myths remain, folded quietly behind your eyes, waiting for the next time you close them.