Harden: Skybri Anton

“Take this,” Skybri whispered. “It is a seed of the unknown. Plant it on any map you wish, and the world will reveal a new path, not because you have drawn it, but because you have dared to imagine it.” Anton returned to his workshop, the teal droplet cradled like a secret fire. He placed it at the center of a blank page, and as his quill touched the parchment, the ink swirled into a vortex of color, spiraling outward into a new continent—one that no one had ever charted.

Anton lifted his battered leather satchel, revealing a collection of maps, each more intricate than the last. “Because I want to know where the world ends, and what lies beyond.” skybri anton harden

From the heart of the mist emerged a figure draped in a cloak of woven clouds. She was neither fully solid nor entirely ethereal, her eyes reflecting the shifting colors of the vapor. She introduced herself simply as , the personification of the luminous river itself. The Pact “Why do you seek me?” Skybri asked, a smile playing at the edge of her luminous lips. “Take this,” Skybri whispered