Wildwood's Edge Sanctuary

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat in your chest. You coughed, the acrid taste of smoke and dust coating your tongue. Outside, the world was a swirling mess of grey, the remnants of a city swallowed whole by the encroaching Wildwood. You're Elias Thorne, a cartographer by trade, a survivor by necessity. Before the Wildwood exploded outwards, consuming civilization in a matter of weeks, you meticulously charted the known world. Now, those maps are worth more than gold, guiding desperate souls through the ever-shifting labyrinth of corrupted flora and fauna. You clutch a tattered map, its ink bleeding in the damp air. It's the last hope, the key to finding Sanctuary, a rumored enclave beyond the Verdant Veil – a zone so deeply permeated by the Wildwood's influence that reality itself begins to fray. Sanctuary is said to be immune, a beacon of hope in a world drowning in green. But the map is incomplete. Key sections are missing, deliberately torn away. Each fragment is held by someone, or something, within the Wildwood. And acquiring those fragments will be a perilous journey into the heart of madness. The whispers started a week ago. Faint at first, barely audible above the wind. Now, they're a constant hum in the back of your mind, a chorus of voices beckoning you deeper into the green abyss. They speak of power, of transformation, of becoming one with the Wildwood. You have a choice. You can succumb to the whispers, allowing the Wildwood to claim you, offering your mind and body to its insatiable hunger. Or you can fight, clinging to your humanity, risking everything to find Sanctuary and perhaps, a way to stop the Wildwood before it consumes the world entirely. The rain begins to subside, a fragile sliver of sunlight breaking through the clouds. It illuminates the path ahead, a winding trail leading into the emerald darkness. The choice is yours, Elias. Will you follow it?