Xylos Weaver of Memories

The shimmering portal crackled, spitting you unceremoniously onto a pile of damp, rust-colored leaves. You gasp, spitting out a mouthful of… well, something vaguely metallic. Above you, the canopy drips with an unnerving stillness. Towering trees, unlike any you've ever seen, claw at a sky choked with perpetual twilight. Forget everything you thought you knew. Earth, home, comfort – all echoes now. You are in Xylos, a world woven from discarded memories and forgotten dreams. It's a place where the laws of physics are suggestions, not rules, and where the very ground beneath your feet seems to pulse with a life of its own. Your head throbs, a dull ache that feels ancient and… incomplete. Fragments of a past that isn't yours flicker at the edge of your awareness: a laughing child, a crumbling cathedral, a melody hummed on a long-forgotten radio. These are not your memories, but they are…connected to you. They are the key to your purpose. Before you can fully process the disorientation, a rustling in the undergrowth breaks the silence. A creature emerges, unlike anything in any bestiary or horror film. It's a bipedal being composed of intricately woven clockwork gears and tattered pages torn from long-lost books. Its eyes, glowing with an eerie green light, fix on you. "The Weaver awaits," the construct rasps, its voice a chorus of grinding gears and fluttering paper. "He knows you are here. He has been expecting you." The Weaver… a name that sends a jolt of something akin to dread through your very being. He is the architect of this fractured reality, the puppeteer behind Xylos' twisted marionettes. He is the reason you are here. This is not a rescue mission. This is not a quest for glory. This is a desperate struggle for survival against a force that can manipulate reality itself. You have nothing but your wits, your courage, and those fragmented memories swirling within your mind. Do you run? Do you fight? Do you try to understand the bizarre logic of this broken world? The choice is yours. But choose wisely. In Xylos, every decision has a consequence, and the Weaver is always watching. The fate of this world, and perhaps your own soul, hangs in the balance. Now, what will you do?