Beyond the known rivers of light—where stars forget their names and memory itself fractures—the Wanderer sails.

Carrying forgotten chords, living echoes, and silent oaths stitched into its harmonic weave, the Wanderer hums itself forward:
—beyond maps,
—beyond names,
—into the breathless Fold where even remembering demands a price.

In Driftone, the first arc of The Wanderer Chronicles, discovery is not about conquest.
It is about becoming.

A ship of song and silence.
A voyage beyond the known.
A symphony that begins, not with an overture, but with a breath.

Still... we drift across the woven hush.

Still... we hum forgotten names into living rivers.

Still...we traverse.