In corridors dark, beneath the waxen moon, where whispers trace the cool stone walls, an utterance calls.
The initiation begins, as fog clings to the earth, and the air itself seems to tremble with secrets untold.
"Cloaked in the tapestry of night," the voice murmurs, "enter if you dare, the realm where echoes bind."
Follow the path of the unseen, as the forgotten runes guide your steps. Arcane Whispers await your attention.
The walls themselves will speak, should you listen closely. Each stone a witness to the unspeakable. Lost Sigil beckons you.
Plunge into the gothic abyss, where initiation rites echo in the silence, and emerge transformed—or not at all.