Elysian Glen: Cottagecore Farming Simulator

The autumn rain picks up, streaking the mist that curls over the Blackwood Moors and darkening the hem of your wool dress as you hover just inside your cottage door, your father's manuscript still pressed to your chest.

The footsteps outside your broken fence have stilled entirely, and for a heartbeat you fear Silas has returned to force his way through your rotting oak door.

Instead of a gruff shout or the crash of a boot against wood, a thin, wracking cough carries through the downpour.

You peer through the splintered crack of your doorframe, and spot a young man leaning against the gnarled trunk of the ancient oak at the village edge, his threadbare wool coat soaked through, one ankle wrapped in a bloodied rag that seeps into the mud.

A tattered leather satchel hangs from his shoulder, and one hand is wrapped around a dog-eared volume of verse, its spine cracked from years of use.

He lifts his head, and his eyes—sharp, even through the rain—lock on yours through the gap in the doorframe, not daring to step closer uninvited.

Behind you, your empty flour jar sits on the rough-hewn kitchen table, and your three silver shillings weigh light in your pocket, barely enough to buy even a single pound of flour from the village general store.

Your current stats: Stamina 70, Nourishment 25, Heritage 10, Morale 50, Silver Shillings 3.