It started at his fingertips. Slowly the flesh on his hand grew dark as it hardened to stone. It quickly consumed his hands and traveled up his arms. At the same moment, a pain grew in his chest as it too turned to stone. Before he could think to move, his legs had petrified from his feet to his hips, calcifying him to his seat. Medusa lifted her veil and King Polydectes gazed in equal awe and horror at her ethereal features marred with rage.

In the dead of winter, a young man crosses a frozen lake, driven by a desperate hope to reclaim what he has lost. Legends speak of the Dawn Stone, a mystical artifact hidden beneath the ice, capable of granting a second chance to those willing to pay the price. Haunted by guilt and grief, he ventures to the lake’s center, only to encounter a strange figure who warns him that his desire may not yield what he expects. As he draws closer to the Stone, he must confront the depths of his own heart and decide whether the cost of his wish is worth the consequences.