Every century, magical doors appear across the world, leading to places erased from history. Xandra Crosswood, an aspiring mapmaker who can hear whispers from abandoned maps, discovers a door leading to a city that officially never existed.

Inside, she meets a charming but cursed guardian who remembers every soul that entered but not himself. As they search for his identity, they uncover a kingdom sacrificed to imprison an ancient nightmare. The closer they get to the truth, the more the city awakens, hungry to reclaim the living.

The question is: Why does every forgotten map bear Xandra’s handwriting?

Hello, dear reader, step into our land,

Where wonders and riddles go hand in hand.

We don’t judge a door By what waits at its core,

For the best hidden tales are never quite planned