Nocturn is the tale of a nameless, vertical city built from stone, surrounded at its base by a forest of horizon-swallowing magnitude.

There is something living amongst that gnarled, rustling ocean, although the city-dwellers would be hard-pressed to say what, past tentative whispers of contorted shadows upon the walls, and quiet scuffles in the night.

More definite are the bloodless corpses found the following mornings, their skin dotted with hundreds of tiny puncture marks, and the night approaches when a bitter taste will drift in on the wind and the children of stone will discover more about the inhabitants of the forest than they ever dared contemplate.

For the trees are becoming restless, and a turmoil approaches on bare feet and pale skin that will bite and claw the once indomitable stone beyond all recognition.

Then, the age of blood will begin…