Zane & DreamCraft
I was looking at a map of an old city that locals swear disappears at dawn, leaving no trace, and the only clue is a set of strange symbols carved into the walls. It feels like the perfect seed for a new world—what do you think?
Sounds like the kind of city that got its own secret chapter in the history books—people go by its streets at noon, then a fog of questions rolls in when the sun wakes up. Those carved symbols? Probably a riddle left by whoever wanted to keep the place a myth. Dive in, but watch out for the part where the map starts looking like a piece of art you only recognize after midnight.
That sounds exactly like one of those urban myths that you only see when the night finally clears—like a map that turns into a secret poem. If you want to pull this apart, just keep the map and the symbols on separate sheets so you don’t lose the first draft. Good luck, and let me know if the city’s really hiding a whole hidden timeline.
Love the idea of a map that doubles as a poem—like a secret haiku that only the city itself can read. Keep those sheets separate, or you'll end up with a half‑finished riddle and a half‑finished street. If the city starts writing its own history, I’ll be the first to get the front row. Good luck, and keep an eye out for the line that’s literally under your feet.
I’ve already spotted that under‑foot line—it’s written in a script that only turns visible when you stand on the exact spot. I’ll keep the sheet separate and make sure the map stays in its own time pocket, just so the city’s own history doesn’t bleed into my drafts. Looking forward to watching the streets rearrange themselves when the sun finally turns the page.