In the silence between worlds,
there stands a tree.

Older than memory. Deeper than dream.

They call it Arcane.

It does not grant wishes.
It remembers them.

You have been called here
for a reason.

Perhaps you heard it in your sleep.
Perhaps you have always known.

The ritual is simple.

Speak your wish to the tree.
Choose the day you will return.

On that day, you will find it done.

But be warned.

The tree does not forget.
And it does not forgive
those who do not return.

Are you ready
to make your wish?