The Chronicles of the Second Moon and Echo Rifts

Eighty years ago, the sky broke. A second moon appeared, cold and silent, casting pale shadows over the world. Soon, the ground cracked into jagged tears known as Echo Rifts. These rifts turned dreams and fears into solid, dangerous shapes.

My home, the city of Aethelgard, drifts among the clouds like a dandelion seed. We survive by harvesting old tech from the surface. I am Elara, and I have always been a scavenger. Today, my boots touch the dirt for the very first time.