The Unborn Do Not Sleep

The fire should have ended it.
But some grief refuses to die.

When Mireya returns to her family's land in the misty hills of Sabah, the forest welcomes her like it remembers. The old house waits beneath the trees, quiet yet breathing. At night, she hears a child's cry, a mother's whisper, and footsteps that stop just outside her door.

Long ago, a woman was killed here, and her unborn child was used in forbidden magic. Their souls never left. Now, Mireya begins to dream of fire, of blood, and of a little girl who calls her name.

The curse runs in her blood.
And blood always finds its way home.

Because in this land, the dead do not rest.
And the unborn do not sleep.