Moss outlived dinosaurs, clones itself, and thrives with zero effort. The introvert plant proving green fluff is anything but ordinary.

The forest doesn’t just hold trees and shadows — it holds memory. In every moss-soft path and hush of wind, there are whispers of those who once walked beside us. Some linger to guide. Others to mourn. And a few to remind us that the veil between nature and spirit is far thinner than we like to believe. Step quietly. The grove remembers.

Fairy rings are more than strange circles of mushrooms, they’re portals, warnings, and whispers from the Otherworld. Join Nyxara as she steps into a glowing ring in the Hollow Grove, where moss remembers and magic leaves its mark.