The Prologue Well

Narrative Initiation Cistern

A sunken rotunda of black basalt, its circular walls carved with the first lines of countless unwritten stories. The air hums with the murmur of voices—not echoes, but the whispers of those who stand at the edge of transformation, reciting their final words before stepping into the Well’s ink-dark waters. The liquid is neither water nor ink but a viscous, reflective substance that shows not the face of the observer, but the first page of their unwritten book. Iron grates along the rim bear ruste...

Located in The Metamorphosis of Memory.