The Eye of Veydrak. - When the veil between realms thins, only the Watcher dares meet the gaze of the sleeping god.

In the twilight of the Ninth Cycle, the world of Aerith hung by a thread spun from forgotten prophecy. Veydrak, the last of the Primordial Wyrms, slumbered beneath the crust of the Riftlands, his dreams shaping reality itself. But now, the Eye stirs. Kael, a cloaked sentinel of the Order of the Pale Flame, stands alone on the cracked threshold of the Dreaming Maw, summoned by visions etched in starlight. The mist whispers truths too ancient for mortal tongues, and the Eye—vast, golden, and unblinking—pierces the veil of time. Kael must decide: awaken the god and risk unraveling the weave of existence, or seal the Eye forever, forsaking the chance to rewrite fate. The air hums with power, the silence screams with memory, and the Eye waits—not with malice, but with knowing. For in Aerith, even gods dream... and sometimes, they remember.