In the Kingdom of En-Gedi, the sun was once a heartbeat. It pulsed in rhythm with the Sovereign’s love, turning the deserts into orchards of pomegranate and the mountains into terraced gardens of spice. But the heartbeat has grown faint.
A Great Frost has crept from the north, not of snow, but of silence. People have forgotten how to desire; they have forgotten the "Intensional Words" that bind soul to soul. The high-born ladies of the Ivory City hide behind veils of frost-silk, fearing the touch of the sun. They whisper of a "Vine-Witch" in the lowlands—a girl whose skin is bronzed by the forbidden heat, who still remembers the ancient song that can wake the spring.
This is the story of the Awakening. Not just of a kingdom, but of two souls who must navigate the "Little Foxes" of doubt to find a love that many waters cannot quench.
