Mantou Daydreams

Decrepit dungeon, the suffocating structure. Fevin Moore was a soldier of the kingdom, now captured by the empire across the straits. He escapes to find afforded to him the rising liberties and fineness of new magic from the giants that came from western fogs, but phantom chains - now more elaborate and profane - return to claim their bounty. A soldier's dignity and that white-powdered grace aren't enough a resistance against the trappings of a new kind of living. For those with folk that have left - for greener pastures - the you that remains to give hospice to parents. For those that tread perilous waters on dinghies neglected, their breaches plastered with fumes. For those that wake in thick molds, the self lost, dysphoric. Pick up your inked brushes. Find kin, seek self, want.