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“First wages. A warm loaf of bread cut in half. For the very first time, I was inside—not outside.”

The third official trailer for Wandering Relics is here. There is a strange, quiet safety behind closed doors, yet the shadows of the antique shop seem to breathe along with the ticking clock.

What happens when the boundary between the savior and the predator begins to blur? A psychological dark romance unfolds as the scent of pheromones lingers in the air…

Coming July 7th, 2026. The demo will reveal the truth. Will you step inside, or remain in the cold?

Follow the journey: 🔗 Wishlist on Itch.io: https://2kaystudioofficial.itch.io/wandering-relics 💬 Join our community: https://discord.gg/8UsS6mgnH4 🔔 Stay tuned for updates: https://x.com/2kaystudio

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Wandering Relics – Chapter 2: The House with the Green Wall and the Window that Lets in the Sea Breeze | Audiobook

"For the first time in my life, I stepped into a real house – one that breathed, that held memories, that bore the scratches of years on its walls."

A quiet orphanage in the northern countryside. Eighteen years of waiting for a miracle that never came. And then, the last bus brought a young person to the city by the bay – Mina drömmars stad, the City of Dreams.

Chapter 2 opens the first door of comfort: the small house with the moss‑green wall, Mrs. Ann – the woman with auburn hair and kind eyes behind round spectacles. From the hallway drifts an old waltz; from the kitchen, the scent of toasted bread and barley porridge.

This is not a story of grand wonders. It is about a white bed, a window that lets in the sea wind, and a heart that is finally allowed to lie down without fear of being turned away.

"You have a very particular kind of silence. Not silence born of fear – but silence born of having watched long enough to know when to speak."

Listen. Feel that rare peace. And begin the journey of someone who, though empty‑handed, still dares to dream of a place to belong.

🎧 Press play. Let the city speak.