In a village between worlds, where time bends and shadows whisper, destiny awakens.Ingvar Nielheim awakes at the foot of a megalithic circle of nine rune-carved stones.No past. No name-until the village between worlds gives him one.Harlet Neem.Hidden among ancient hills and wrapped in a mist that never fully lifts, Harlet Neem is not bound to one reality. Its medieval streets hum with vibrations only the initiated can sense. Its carved stone houses are arranged like a living ritual. Beneath its tavern laughter and fragrant bakeries runs a network of tunnels no outsider has walked. In the forests, silver leaves shimmer under the moon, and lizard-like kinapias stare skyward in eerie silence. Here, every object, every pattern, every whisper hides meaning.But behind this beauty lies an unspoken truth-an ancient legend of the Monolith. Some claim it is a relic buried deep below the earth. Others believe it is carried through the night by the kinapias. A few whisper it is not an object at all, but a power that shapes worlds.When a mysterious traveler arrives bearing warnings of its awakening, storms break across the hills. A lost book, Rhesan Animae, surfaces from the library's secret cellar, its cryptic lines hinting that the Monolith is bound to Harlet Neem's origin... and to Ingvar's own. Night after night, dreams draw him into labyrinths of stone, voices without mouths speak in riddles, and a shadow-the reflection of what he has never been-follows his steps.Guided by the enigmatic Sophia Tawy and a parchment map of the megalithic circle, Ingvar leaves the comfort of the square and the warmth of the Golden Boar inn. His path winds into the Silver Forest, where moonlight turns the air electric and reality begins to loosen its grip. Drinking a potion said to awaken dormant energy, he enters a state between waking and dream, meeting beings who speak in paradox and reveal a truth no explorer had considered: The Monolith was never lost. It must be created.To reach it, Ingvar must face the most dangerous adversary of all-not an enemy, but himself. The shadow in the corridor is no threat to defeat, but a threshold to cross. To fail is to remain incomplete. To succeed is to awaken something that cannot be undone.Rich in mysticism, steeped in symbolism, and layered with psychological depth, Harlet Neem - Awakening of the Monolith invites you into a place where bread is still traded for grain, where the forge's sparks leap like falling stars, and where a single decision can tilt the balance between worlds. You will walk cobbled streets under mist-heavy skies, cross forests lit by silver branches, and stand before stones that hum with power older than time.For readers of The Name of the Wind, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, and metaphysical fantasy, this is not just a journey through a world-it is an initiation into one. A book for seekers, wanderers, and those who have felt the silent pull of a place they cannot name.Will Ingvar find the Monolith... or become it?Step into Harlet Neem. The threshold is waiting.