If the curse remains unbroken, on the child's twenty-first birthday the realm will vanish entirely-sealed from thought and denied to memory-forever known as the Hidden Hybiscus.Legends say the Whispering Woods guard Arkaik Alpynz's oldest mystery-snowflakes that whisper to those fated to listen.My name is Myst Silvraim, heir to a kingdom carved from frost and sleet. Never have my crown nor my bloodline been questioned, for each year on my birthday a snowflake appears upon my skin, binding me to the enchanted woods. Eighteen are etched delicately into my flesh. They arrive without warning, shimmer for only a twinkle of time, then vanish into silence.Will a snowflake whisper to me?The hush breaks not with a whisper, but with a bloom-amethyst petals laced in frost. Its return stirs something long forgotten. Someone cursed so viciously, even the woods buried the memory.Is the bloom looking for me?When the solstice shatters and two threads of fate descend, the whispers unravel everything I am. The necklace I once trusted is not protection, but a tether. If I keep it, I remain bound to this realm. If I remove it… I may never find my way back to the only home I know.Do I dare?
