1 | Myrrh filled the air as the old gods exhaled their last.

The acrid-sweet smoke curls between realms. You stand at the threshold of this dying age.

Who are you in this moment of divine twilight? A witness? A scavenger of godly power? Or perhaps something else entirely?

Where do your feet carry you as the old world crumbles?

2 | To Wales, to the old dwellings of the long-forgotten locals

You emerge onto windswept Welsh hills. Below, ancient stone circles stand like broken teeth. A village of moss-covered roundhouses huddles in the valley—abandoned, yet smoke rises from one dwelling.

In the distance, standing stones pulse with fading divine light. The myrrh-scent lingers here too.

What draws your attention first?

3 | A group of 11 weary travellers - escapees of the crumbling realm where new tides obscure the path, each a carrier of his/her own experience - some divine, some earthly, some scoured in the corporate battles, some in the real battles, others intelligent and kind, stumble towards the light, hoping to find shelter in the pouring rain for the weekend and regain their strength. Will they gather o footing or will the doom consume them?

The eleven stumble down the hillside, rain lashing their weary backs. As you approach the smoking dwelling, its wooden door hangs ajar. Inside, crude furniture, a flickering hearth, and provisions—but no occupant.

Yet fresh embers glow. Someone was here moments ago.

Outside, the rain intensifies. The other roundhouses stand dark and empty. This shelter beckons, but whose home have you entered?

Do you settle in and rest, or search for the dwelling's owner first?

4 | Look for the dishes and supplies to cook some long sought after dinner)

You find clay pots, wooden bowls, and dried herbs hanging from rafters. A cauldron sits by the hearth. Sacks hold grain, roots, and salted meat—enough for eleven hungry souls.

But the food is arranged deliberately, almost ceremonially. Fresh bread still warm on the table.

Was this meal prepared… for you?

Do you proceed with cooking?