The Compost Heap

You found it. Most people never look down here.

This is where quests go when they are abandoned halfway through. Where BARs dissolve back into raw emotional charge, unnamed and uncarried. Where the half-written, the almost-started, and the never-quite-finished return to the soil.

It smells like rain on pavement. Like a notebook left open on a porch overnight. Like the space between deciding to do something and doing it.

Nothing here is wasted. Compost is not failure. Every abandoned quest carries a seed that will surface again when the conditions are right. The game remembers what you forget.