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The faint song of the Dreamweaver is back. Summoning me like a whisper in the breeze. Dark, stormy downpours like the one this morning invite it in. Perhaps my mood does too, because whenever I’m listless, a storm is never far behind.
The faint song of the Dreamweaver is back. Summoning me like a whisper in the breeze. Dark, stormy downpours like the one this morning invite it in. Perhaps my mood does too, because whenever I’m listless, a storm is never far behind.
Lured by the ethereal call of Neoma, the Dreamweaver, Merrick learns of a familial curse that will end his life if he can’t reach the city beneath the sea in time to break it; that’s if the siren who wants to end his family line doesn’t get to him first.
Lured by the ethereal call of Neoma, the Dreamweaver, Merrick learns of a familial curse that will end his life if he can’t reach the city beneath the sea in time to break it; that’s if the siren who wants to end his family line doesn’t get to him first.
Neoma, the Dreamweaver will not let Merrick rest until he returns to the depths where they must work together to reclaim their city from a tyrannical siren who wants them both dead.
Neoma, the Dreamweaver will not let Merrick rest until he returns to the depths where they must work together to reclaim their city from a tyrannical siren who wants them both dead.