The forest deepens.
One night, beneath a blood-silver moon, you stumble upon a shrine, half-sunken in moss.
At its center: a glass jar, glowing faintly. Inside — a heart, cracked but still beating.
It pulses in rhythm with your own.
You reach out.
You hear the first note of a song.
It calls to you — a song for all the lost and broken.
You are marked.
You carry the broken heart now.
And with it, you gain access to deeper layers of the Overhook realm.