Folklore 130: Corrin, Iceborn

Corrin followed a trail of blood behind his family home and found only his mother’s scarf. A blinding flash took consciousness and memory alike.

He woke in Nibiru knowing that something important had been erased. Distrust became instinct, while the need for community remained just as deep. One dream returned: blood, scarf, house.

Corrin vowed to build a place where contempt and fear were unnecessary, even as he struggled to offer others the trust such a place required. To recover the lost house was to recover himself, whatever waited there.