The Stitched Chronicles

"Where the world itself was once a wound, and every tear was sewn into meaning."

There is a world shaped like a heart.

Not a symbol - a living, pulsing world whose lands curve and fold like a heartbeat caught between dreaming and remembering. It is called Stitchmare, though no one quite knows who first whispered the name. Some say it came from the seam where creation was mended after it broke. Others believe it was the lullaby of the first weaver - the one who refused to let the dark unravel everything.

Here, grief breathes differently.
Here, even the forgotten are not lost - they are stitched back into the story.