That night, Sen took him to the cliffs. The fog rolled in thick as wool. She told him to close his eyes and say the phrase aloud: “Fansly Ideve.”
Fansly Ideve. Fanciful belief.
Desperate, Leo flew to Verivoe, a town known for its strange electromagnetic fog. He’d heard rumors of a reclusive debugger who lived in a lighthouse, someone who could fix the unbreakable. fansly ideve
He opened the door.
Those who found it never forgot the feeling. They called it the place where you remember who you were before the world told you to be practical. That night, Sen took him to the cliffs