Cliff

Cliff rests at the quiet edge of Lavillia — close, yet apart. A place where the world feels distant, and you finally hear your own breath.

At its heart stands The Silent Keeper, the lone lighthouse whose steady light pierces the morning mist and the evening fog alike. It doesn’t guide ships — it keeps company with silence.

Scattered around it, tucked between pines and stone, are quiet cottages — each one distant from the next, as if built for thoughts that need space. Cliff is a dreamland for introverts, poets, and those who listen more than they speak.

Here, the only sounds are the whisper of the wind, the steady pulse of the lighthouse, and the hush of the trees watching the sea.

From one side, you gaze endlessly into the ocean. From another — the mountains rise, ancient and slow. In the distance, you can glimpse Sky View, a street that floats just slightly closer to the clouds. And far below, like a memory, lies Lavillia itself — quiet, golden, and alive.

At the very top of Cliff, hidden in a mossy crevice, there’s a spring. It disappears underground, only to reappear as a narrow waterfall — falling softly into the forest, like a secret you’re not meant to follow… but you always want to.