Across the region, a mournful song has begun to echo beneath the night sky. It is not heard every night, nor by everyone at once, but those who do hear it describe the same thing: a distant melody drifting from the hills, beautiful enough to bring tears and unsettling enough to steal sleep. Since the song began, strange omens have followed. Fresh graves shimmer with faint silver light. Old headstones hum softly when touched. Travelers swear they have seen stars reflected in puddles even beneath cloudy skies. Worse still, those who sleep after hearing the song dream of falling lights, cold winds, and the voices of the dead calling from somewhere deep below the earth.

The villagers have grown desperate. Some believe the song is a blessing from the heavens, a final mercy for restless souls. Others insist it is a curse, pointing to the great winged shape glimpsed moving across the moon and the unnatural glow spreading through the burial grounds. Priests, hunters, and local leaders argue over what should be done, but each passing night brings more fear and fewer answers. With panic rising and the strange melody growing louder, adventurers have been called to investigate the source of the requiem, discover what has descended upon the region, and decide whether the presence haunting the hills is a monster to be destroyed, an omen to be understood, or something far older and more sorrowful than anyone imagined.