The mermaids felt the imbalance before anyone else. A pressure in their bones. A weight in their chests. When they were swept onto land, fear did something worse than weaken them. It lowered their frequency. And when frequency drops in Dravennia, magic fades. The youn
In Dravennia, magic cannot override truth. It cannot turn fear into courage. It cannot turn selfishness into balance. It cannot fake identity. Magic amplifies what already exists. If someone is grounded, their power stabilizes. If someone is fractured, their power dis
The ocean did not attack the mermaids out of anger. It rejected them. When the imbalance became too strong, the sea expelled what it could not protect. A monstrous wave rose higher than any reef. Coral shattered. Light fractured. Songs were swallowed by roar. The mer
The device did not arrive with fire or thunder. It fell silently into the deepest part of the sea. It didn’t explode. It pulsed. Slow. Steady. Unseen. A frequency so subtle that no one noticed at first. Fish lost their shine. Whales grew weak. Currents began to
Dravennia is a world out of balance. Magic exists there, but not in spells or potions. Magic is frequency; the invisible vibration that runs through oceans, forests, creatures, and people. When the frequency is steady, the world thrives. When it is distorted, everything beg
They spun, tumbled, and were pulled far from home. Voices called out, but the roar of the waves swallowed them all. Was this the end… or the beginning?
Magic can never act without consequence, and it can never take without displacing something else.
Then, the ocean itself turned against them. Currents twisted into violent knots, waves surged with unnatural force, and a towering, impossible wall of water rose from the depths. The question for those caught in its path was simple and terrifying: could anyone survive what came n
The corruption spread on the currents like a poisoned whisper. The vibrant shine of fish faded, the great whales grew weak, and lush kelp forests wilted. How much imbalance can the ocean carry before it breaks?
The ocean thrived, but its harmony was fragile. The end began quietly, with a strange device sinking silently into the depths. It pulsed with an unseen, disruptive force. In Dravennia, magic is frequency itself. What happens when that fundamental frequency is poisoned at its so
In the heart of the eternal blue, sunlight doesn't just shine, it dances through rippling currents. Here, coral beds glow with their own inner light, and schools of fish move as one, like swirling liquid jewels. This was the perfect balance of the world beneath the waves.
This is a fragment from A World Untouched, the opening piece of a longer visual story set in Dravennia. I’m exploring the idea of nature before disruption, before survival becomes necessary. The full work isn’t shown here, only a glimpse of the moment that comes before everythi
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