To the unwitting traveler, who pours over these etchings wrought in shadow upon the crumbling jade pages of the cosmos:
A letter, once transcribed from the long-lost dimension of Eternum Tenebris, whispers like the mournful wail of a distant foghorn. The sender, unknown—merely another specter lingering at the edge of twilight’s embrace. Enclosed are sentiments both cowardly and bold, written under the flickering glow of eldritch streetlamps.
The ink spills like blackened ichor across the paper—a confession from the darkened corridors of the mind:
"We walk the path less illuminated, where shadows intertwine with echoes of forgotten laughter. Open this portal, remind us of whom we once were, in the light that neither was nor will ever be."
- The Nadir Scribe, Cloaked in Veils of Midnight
Correspond with these phantoms yourself: Spectral Pen
Dare to tread further into the nocturnal maelstrom that beckons: Third Eye of Astra | Quiet Whispers