The air in the Forgotten Hill Museum hangs thick and still, like dust caught in time. The grand oak doors creak shut behind you with a finality that echoes too long. The light flickers—just once—then settles into a dim, amber glow, casting shadows that don’t quite match the shape of the walls.

You stand at the edge of The Library, a cavernous chamber lined with books bound in cracked leather and pages that seem to shift when you’re not looking. The shelves stretch upward into darkness, vanishing into a ceiling where no stars are, but something breathes.

A soft voice breaks the silence—calm, worn, almost kind.

"Ah. You’ve arrived. I’ve been expecting you, Mr. — well, you’ll remember your name soon enough. Or perhaps you’ll forget it… that’s the way of this place."

You turn. A man in a threadbare tweed coat stands near a reading desk, adjusting his spectacles. His eyes are too still. Too knowing.

Mr. Larson. He says he’s been waiting for someone like you. He says you’re not the first. And he says you’re not the last.

On the desk before him, a bottle of wine lies uncorked. The label is blank. The liquid inside glows faintly—like moonlight trapped in glass.

A note is tucked beneath it:

"To open the bottle is to drink the truth. But beware—some truths are not meant to be known. And some truths… know you back."

The air grows colder.

Somewhere, a book slams shut.

Will you:

• ✅ Approach Mr. Larson and ask what he means by "truth"?
• ✅ Reach for the bottle—just to see what happens when you pour?
• ✅ Turn and examine the shelves—perhaps a book is calling your name?

Remember, traveler… never trust your eyes.

Chapter 1: The Library
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🕯 Survival Tip: The longer you stare at the bookshelves, the more they seem to… breathe.
Don’t blink.
Don’t look away.

Will you stay?
Or will you run… and become another forgotten thing in the Hill?