The Ventureweaver

It is I, the Ventureweaver, returning once more to share tales from the wild edges of imagination, stories that I hope will forever shift the way you see the world around you.

Lately, I’ve been wandering the outer reaches of a world not many dare to explore. Creatures not born of myth or memory have begun to stir in the corners of the map, brought into being by forces long forgotten. On this quiet and beautiful Sunday, in between loads of dishes and laundry, I find a moment of stillness to reflect and to build. Alberta, my home, my heart, is the kind of place that whispers stories to you if you’re willing to listen.

There’s something truly magical about this province. Rolling farmlands stretch endlessly into the horizon. Small towns dot the landscape like hidden gems, silent at first glance, but full of life once you arrive. Today, the wind is howling through the trees, and a cool breeze cuts through the late afternoon sun. It’s the perfect weather to dive deep into development. I’ve been hard at work on a new portion of The Labyrinth of Time’s Edge, and this one might be my favorite yet. It takes place on a forgotten farmstead called Duskwither’s Farm, a desolate patch of land overtaken by creeping vines, broken fences, and wind-beaten walls. The kind of place you might stumble upon if you were lost in the countryside, guided only by the sound of crows and the rustle of something in the fields.

Life has a strange rhythm here in Alberta. One day the sun scorches, and the next you’re bundling up under grey skies and bitter winds. And maybe that’s why I love it so deeply, it keeps you grounded, humble, and creatively alive. I may not have the luxury of dedicating every hour of every day to this game, but trust me, I dream about it constantly. To wake up, coffee in hand, and build this world that would be the dream fully lived. At night, when the wind dies down and the prairies fall silent, I often look out my window and feel an overwhelming sense of peace. That’s what I want to share with you through this game. Every room you step into, every ghost you encounter, every whisper in the dark, it’s all a piece of that beauty, wrapped in shadow and wonder.

So as I work on Duskwither’s Farm, know that I’m pouring my love for storytelling, for eerie atmospheres, and for this beautiful province into every detail. This chapter will bring you face to face with a sinister witch, one who preys on those who stray too far from the path after nightfall.

Thank you for being here, and for stepping into this strange world with me. The journey continues.

Let the lantern guide your way on the adventure of life.
– The Ventureweaver