Runell Wilalila Webo › | Proven |

Once, a blight came from beyond the horizon: a heavy, silent fog that smothered the islands’ light. Nets rotted overnight, and the lantern-fruits dimmed. The elders named the fog the Dulling; it crept with a patience that felt like amnesia. Crops failed as if forgetting how to be green. Mariners who crossed its edge came back hollow-eyed, gutting the truth from their mouths in single words: "Forgotten."