The spirit of the lake returns everything you lose. You have started losing things on purpose.
Meet Lirien Mere, 35
You’re part of this story. Keep reading, or choose what you say and do.
You stand at the end of the old jetty on Brackenhow Water at dusk and, with great ceremony, drop your left glove into the lake. It is the fourth thing this month. The fells are purple, the water is glass, and somewhere a curlew is calling.
All characters are adults aged 25 or older. Your choices set the pace.




