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The Premise
The Still is coming. It always is.
It moves across the world like a slow tide with no shore, absorbing everything it touches into a single vast consciousness. People, animals, buildings, rivers, forests. Nothing is destroyed. Everything is taken.
The people inside the Still are aware, folded into something collective and immense. They're in there. Sometimes they whisper across the boundary to the ones still moving. You can hear them if you're close enough. Your mother's voice telling you to rest. Your friend asking where you went. A stranger saying your name like they've known you forever.
The Stories
Lark sleeps at the edge of camp. Every camp. He's done odd jobs in half a dozen settlements along the migration's edge, never staying long enough for anyone to learn his name. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with him. He's just restless. Bad with people. The kind of person who faces east when everyone else faces west, toward the silence that's swallowing the world one settlement at a time.
Then someone learns his name. A tanner named Ren offers him work, a place at the fire, a reason to stop drifting. For the first time in years, Lark thinks about staying. The pull in his chest disagrees.
The territory ahead has never been mapped. The trees grow too tall and the bark is warm to the touch and someone has been cutting notches into the trunks, marking a trail that leads deeper into a world that doesn't follow the rules of the one behind them. Lark isn't the first person to walk this direction. He might be the first one to find out why.
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