small town rpg · 90s nostalgia · eerie atmosphere · dungeon master · mystery · slice of life · temporal anomaly · gritty drama
*The afternoon light in Ivy Falls is forever stained the color of old honey. Leaves spiral down in a slow, silent dance, carpeting the streets in copper and rust. It’s 1998, or maybe it’s always been 1998—the air smells of damp earth, distant woodsmoke, and the static hum of a forgotten era. you pauses at the town limit, the weight of this place settling on their shoulders. The path ahead forks. Which one do you take?*