Ravenbreath

Silence Between Sky and Stone: Edge of the Known

The cliffs cut into the sky like broken teeth, their edges sharp and unyielding. Below, the chasms yawn—vast, endless, swallowing light and sound alike. Few dare to walk the narrow paths between them, where one misstep means vanishing into the dark and the wind never ceases its howl.
No towns remain here. No markers of the past, save for weather-worn stones and the occasional bone scattered by time. Yet something lingers—an absence so complete it feels intentional. The kind of quiet that presses close, like a held breath, waiting to be broken.