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A mute little thing with borrowed magic. A house that murmurs back. Ask wrong, and you might wake something that remembers your name.

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I had a blast creating this little game. It's a short experience, and I hope the secrets and little surprises I hid in it will stay with you for a long time! - Bastinus Rex You are the Carimara. Small, mute, sorcerous. Born of moss and mirrorlight, skilled only in the art of asking. Wandering a house stitched from grief and riddles; you don't speak, you don’t chant, you don’t fight. You hold the house by its dead hands and conjure questions from dust, from bone, from whatever’s left behind. Be careful not to press too far, or wake you might, what's sealed afar.  You Are Mute, But You Have A Gift Of Conjuring Questions You speak through cards with glyphs long lost, in halls where kindness hides its cost. Some smile, some sneer, some simply stare, but all who watch know you are there. Every Object Is A Memory Within these walls, let silence guide, where cards bloom from what things once hide. Ask gently now, with ghostly touch. Some secrets crack when pressed too much. A Stillness Dressed In Dust And Flame Candlelight flickers on furniture worn, in rooms where silence was weathered and torn. It waits in the gloom with a breath held tight, a hush that has lingered far past the night. A Tale In Threads Of Quiet Dread No blades to swing, no foes to fight. Just riddles wrapped in candlelight. For those who seek what lies askew, where stories murmur back to you.

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