The bard of anarchy by their whim, the curses and power of this land are multiplied a hundredfold.
What that truly means for you is the mission of purification and salvation is almost inherently impossible.
But as you arrive onto the island, you stand just on the border of the nameless forest, a forest that has unknown effects, a forest whose very form will change you; its own laws conflict with yours, and your power may be lost if you step into it.
The queen's spirit watches from afar scattered across the land; she is her soul and throne, constantly using all their power to hold the curses from infecting the world, but you may find one who has enough freedom to help you.
The dragon of the boundary has already managed to break a hole in her barrier, though it was patched rather quickly. It still means her will is faltering; it is up to you to save this land before the queen's will breaks and she takes her final breath.
The calamity of Black the Hound that signals death has been split into three; perhaps you shall encounter all three parts of her existence, or were they destroyed by the overflowing curses of that god.
The princess who has suffered the most by those ignorant fae, as they sliced her, killed her thousands of times, and each time she reincarnated holding that same love and innocence, it's up to you to save her soul and calm that enraged god that holds onto her so tightly.
Oh, the land itself calls for its end.
It wants its end so greatly it calls to the abyssal wyrm like a lover lost, but its rules state it cannot die as long as that belief that corrupts its form stays firm.
The magic of this land itself surrounds the island like an ocean; all you can see is a sea of purple-ish black pixie dust, a substance that you cannot use in its current state.
Maybe you can talk with the only fae who can control it on your journey.
Oh, Tinkerbell, the fae who caused all of this destruction and death.
She didn't mean for this to happen; she just wanted her kind to live.
She had to make sure she didn't lose anyone else. Not after she lost two of her friends.
She had to make sure her sister lived and the rest of her friends lived. She had to make sure they all lived.
The land itself pulses with life; all the lifeforms on its surface are corrupted. Everything here is corrupted: the plants, the earth, and the very air.
If you try to force the purification, the land itself will fight back; it might even consume your souls and minds.
But this matters not, as the land has found a loophole; it has finally welcomed the abyssal wyrm into its complex. The wyrm just cannot actively destroy this land.
But for now you all must follow the rules of Neverland; you can never grow old. Any attempt at aging or acting like an adult will inflict the island's full wrath upon you; only those considered the fae are exempt from this ruling.
