The Tunnels is a labyrinthine realm, sealed between walls so high they seem to kiss the sky. Each tunnel holds its own kingdom/queendom, its own kind of power, its own rule and its own dangers.

For generations, a prophecy echoed through the walls:

"Beware the ones whose eyes never change,

the ones with two colors,

the ones who see the threads of fate,

and the ones whose eyes hold every color of the realm."

But what happens when "you" are the warning whispered in that prophecy?

What if every “curse” is simply a hidden kind of magic waiting to unfold?