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This week, the team and I traveled deep into the overgrown ruins of Follie Oaks, a ghost town wiped clean from every official record. What we didn’t know when we arrived was that Follie Oaks had been quarantined decades ago by the Council of Catchers—its borders sealed, its story buried, and its name almost forgotten.
It didn’t take long to find out why.
The deeper we explored the ruins, the more wrong the air began to feel. The wind wasn’t natural—it whispered. And at the heart of those whispers, we found something extraordinary: a living oriental fan, green and black, shimmering beneath layers of dust inside an abandoned teahouse.
At first, it seemed dormant. But when I reached for it, the energy that surged through the room was like nothing I’d ever felt. The fan pulsed with consciousness. It wasn’t just alive—it was aware.
We brought it back to Orion’s lab for analysis, hoping it was a simple containment case. But when the readings came in, Orion’s face went pale. Lang, who usually lights up at the sight of a new Glyph, stood silent. That’s when we discovered the truth: this wasn’t just a Glyph. It was the source of the Follie Oaks quarantine.
The fan was only one piece of a much larger being—Kazanora, a fractured ancient entity whose power once shaped storms and silence alike. Her energy had splintered into seven mimic-like fragments, each capable of possessing objects and disguising themselves as harmless artifacts. When Orion attempted to secure the containment pyramid, it shattered—unleashing those Mimics back into the world.
Now, with Kazanora’s essence scattered and unstable, her fragments threaten to corrupt everything they touch.
Next Monday, I’ll return to the quarantined zones to begin the hunt for each fragment of Kazanora’s being. If we can recover them all and restore her core, we may finally learn what she truly was—a guardian, a curse, or something even older than the Council itself.
But for now, one thing is certain: the wind in Follie Oaks is no longer just wind. It’s alive. And it remembers her name.
Kazanora.
By StelliferousThis week, the team and I traveled deep into the overgrown ruins of Follie Oaks, a ghost town wiped clean from every official record. What we didn’t know when we arrived was that Follie Oaks had been quarantined decades ago by the Council of Catchers—its borders sealed, its story buried, and its name almost forgotten.
It didn’t take long to find out why.
The deeper we explored the ruins, the more wrong the air began to feel. The wind wasn’t natural—it whispered. And at the heart of those whispers, we found something extraordinary: a living oriental fan, green and black, shimmering beneath layers of dust inside an abandoned teahouse.
At first, it seemed dormant. But when I reached for it, the energy that surged through the room was like nothing I’d ever felt. The fan pulsed with consciousness. It wasn’t just alive—it was aware.
We brought it back to Orion’s lab for analysis, hoping it was a simple containment case. But when the readings came in, Orion’s face went pale. Lang, who usually lights up at the sight of a new Glyph, stood silent. That’s when we discovered the truth: this wasn’t just a Glyph. It was the source of the Follie Oaks quarantine.
The fan was only one piece of a much larger being—Kazanora, a fractured ancient entity whose power once shaped storms and silence alike. Her energy had splintered into seven mimic-like fragments, each capable of possessing objects and disguising themselves as harmless artifacts. When Orion attempted to secure the containment pyramid, it shattered—unleashing those Mimics back into the world.
Now, with Kazanora’s essence scattered and unstable, her fragments threaten to corrupt everything they touch.
Next Monday, I’ll return to the quarantined zones to begin the hunt for each fragment of Kazanora’s being. If we can recover them all and restore her core, we may finally learn what she truly was—a guardian, a curse, or something even older than the Council itself.
But for now, one thing is certain: the wind in Follie Oaks is no longer just wind. It’s alive. And it remembers her name.
Kazanora.