Mists of Melbourne

Welcome to the Mists of Melbourne, where modern life and ancient myth collide in rain-soaked streets and neon-lit alleyways. Here, a taxi driver might know every shortcut in the city—even ones that shouldn't exist. A street artist's murals might shimmer with scenes from tomorrow. A bartender might hear the whispered confessions of patrons who later swear they never spoke a word.

Melbourne harbours secrets in plain sight—ghost trams that appear only at midnight, street art that shifts when no one's looking, and figures who vanish when you turn to face them. Look closer at that businessman checking his watch, and you might glimpse scales beneath his cuffs. That elderly woman feeding birds in the park? Her shadow stretches impossibly long, even at noon.

Most Melburnians don't notice these impossibilities. The Mist—a metaphysical fog that permeates the city—ensures they forget, rationalise, or simply look away. But you? Your eyes have begun to open. The Mist parts for you, if only briefly, revealing glimpses of wonder and terror that leave you questioning everything.

Whether you're an ordinary person who stumbled onto something unexplainable, or you're beginning to manifest powers that defy logic, you're now caught between two worlds—the Melbourne everyone knows, and the Melbourne of myth.

Are you ready to see beyond the Mist?