Where every path begins by forgetting where it was going
A lantern-eyed gatekeeper with hair like unwritten parchment stands wrapped in a cloak of shifting roads, each fold leading somewhere different. Their smile is gentle but unfinished, as if they have just forgotten your name and remembered your destiny.
The Storygate first appeared at the crossroads of seven abandoned roads, its archway carved with names no traveler remembers speaking. Those who pass beneath it lose the certainty of their destination, but gain the beginning of a tale that insists on being followed.
