In this world, shadows can speak.
And silence can scream louder than words.

The land of Ruthaine is quiet, somber, and strange.
A place where even the stones in forgotten cities still remember old pain.
The river calls. The forest breathes.
And the sky seems to have long forgotten what it means to shine.

Amid it all — there is him.
Not a hero. Not a prophet.
Just someone who ended up on the other side of the road.

He searches… not for salvation. Not for power.
He searches for himself.
Sometimes — in the voices only he can hear.
Sometimes — in the expectations of others.
And sometimes — in a green apple yet to be found in the Lost City.

This is not a story of triumph.
This is a story of those who try not to disappear.

P.S. The translation is not professional.