Cindralis Is Calling

Soryn

They told me Cindralis was only a story.

A city lost to fire centuries ago.

A name you whispered like a curse.

But the mark on my skin says otherwise.

It burns when I dream of its gates.

It pulses when I wake to shadows that watch me back.

I didn’t go looking for Cindralis.

It found me.

And once it chooses you… there’s no turning back.

A World Rising from the Ashes

For months, I’ve been living inside this story — sketching maps, piecing together lost histories, and following a protagonist who’s as hunted as she is destined.

This is not a series. It’s one story.

One descent.

One reckoning.

Walk With Me Into the Fire

On my Inkitt page, I’m sharing fragments, early scenes, and glimpses into the dark heart of Cindralis.

If you’re ready to step into a world of myth, betrayal, and ancient fire… start here:

👉 Read Cindralis on Inkitt

The city isn’t gone. It’s waiting.

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