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Greyfin:

The mist over Loch Ness doesn’t just cling to the water—it hides the scars of a world torn apart. In the shadows of Greyfin Hall, the past is never truly buried; it is a serpent eating its own tail, where every end is merely a beginning.

A Fracture in Time

In 1919, a scientific “tinkering” with sound waves intended to map the deep instead shattered the silence of the ages. A celestial sentinel, perishes through the resulting crack in reality, a nightmare steps into our world. The Boobrie, a shape-shifting shadow that feeds on the souls and memories of men, its escape coinciding with a darkness that would soon consume the entire planet.

The Sentinel’s Legacy

Now, in the autumn of 1939, as the drums of war beat across Europe, young Ella Renwick is sent to the safety of the Highlands—only to find that the true battleground lies at her grandfather’s doorstep.

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  The Sight: Ella discovers she is part of a lineage that can see what others cannot: the faery folk in the forests and the ancient guardians in the deep.
  
• The Coven: Behind the domestic facade of Greyfin, a secret circle led by the battle-scarred Mrs. Macleod stands watch with silver bullets and ancient pacts.
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  The Hunter: In the swanky pools of London, Otto Dorchadas—the Boobrie in human skin—leaks black ink and plots his return to the Loch to summon an army from the rift.

The Looming Tide

Greyfin is more than a house; it is a fortress built over an underwater labyrinth where the “Good Guys”—ancient, long-necked protectors mistaken for monsters—wait for the call to hunt once more. As the world spins out of mortal control, it falls to a group of children and a widowed sniper to bridge the gap between dimensions before the tide turns black forever.

The Guardians of the Rift: A Study in Dimensional Evolution

Beneath the peat-stained ripples of the Loch, the legends of “monsters” find a breathtaking, biological reality. These are not mere remnants of a prehistoric past, but the Caoránach—a lineage of apex protectors evolved in a world parallel to our own.

To the untrained human eye, they are ghosts or myths, but to those with “The Sight,” they are a marvel of cross-dimensional evolution:

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  The Ancient Form: They possess the elegant, long-reaching necks of plesiosaurs, allowing them to strike with serpentine speed.
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  The Predator’s Shroud: Their skin bears the striking black-and-white pigments of an Orca, providing perfect counter-shading in the shifting lights of the underwater caves.
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  The Hybrid Breath: While they move with the grace of great mammals, they are equipped with gills, allowing them to remain submerged in the lightless depths of the “Crack Between the Worlds” indefinitely.
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  The Powerful Wake: Their bodies terminate in massive Orca-like tails, capable of generating the immense thrust needed to hunt the elusive, shape-shifting Boobrie.

These sentinels, such as Caoránach and her sons Gog and Maygog, are the “Good Guys” of the deep.

They do not hunt humans; they hunt the shadow that slipped through the 1919 fracture. However, their time in our dimension is a borrowed gift—they must regularly return through the portal to “recharge” their otherworldly essence or face a fading death in our stagnant waters.