O dark isle of Skathos, shrouded in mist and silence, where waves break hard against black stone cliffs, and no song of fishermen rises from its shores. Here stands the Monastery of the Silent Serpent, a fortress-temple of Pharika, mistress of venom and cure. Its halls echo not with prayer, but with the cries of trial, for the monks believe pain is wisdom, and poison is truth. Children brought here vanish from the world above, to be broken, remade, and taught the secrets of suffering. Few dare to land upon Skathos, and fewer still return, for the isle itself seems to hunger, keeping its secrets buried in stone and shadow.
Skathos, a moodboard.















