Ahus _top_ May 2026

“Albin.” Eira’s voice came from behind him, steady and low. “Don’t look at the water. Look at me.”

“The gate,” he said. “Is it still there?” “Albin

Eira was the keeper. Not a title anyone gave her. She had simply outlived the previous keeper, a taciturn man named Soren who had once told her, “The village doesn’t need a mayor. It needs someone who remembers the names of the tides.” So she remembered. “Albin

“Your father is wise. But wisdom and possibility are different things.” Eira knelt, her knees cracking. “Ahus does not force anyone to stay. The gate has no lock. But if you leave during the nameless tide, you will not remember how to come back.” “Albin