Shadows of memories

In Lumnis, a city where the rain never truly dries and where neon lights conceal the most precious secrets, Elysia survives by stealing memories. Not the grand dramas just snippets of forgotten happiness, flashes of nostalgia that she sells on the black market for a few coins. Until the night she steals a fragment sealed in pulsing cyan blue, marked with a crimson seal.The touch burns. The world turns upside down.

At her side appears Kael, a young man with silver eyes who seems to be made of light as much as flesh. He tells her only one thing: she should never have touched that object. For the fragment is not merely a relic of memory it is a key. A key that faceless shadows have been hunting for centuries, and that a hooded figure, perched on the rooftops, seems to have finally found.

Pursued through the labyrinths of Lumnis, Elysia feels the fragment awaken in her palm. It shows her visions that are not her own: a young girl with her face, broken promises, a forgotten war for control of reality itself. The deeper she delves into this pursuit, the more the line between her memories and those of the fragment blurs. And Kael, who guides her while hiding his own secrets, seems to be the only one who understands the true cost of what she carries.

But in Lumnis, every memory comes at a price. And Elysia’s has just been paid.