The Municipality of October Downpour

Within the gradient embrace of October sky, Fawne Isles weep silver droplets onto sprawling cobblestones. The echo of squelching boots narrates an ancient tale hidden beneath cloud-tempered veils of frost. Where the saints once gathered now scatter tremulous leaves as whispered secrets, now woven into the rain itself.

Is it the city's eternal sighs, Lucas wondered, or do the skies reveal an untold truth?

A forgotten alleyway, like a chameleon's tale, unveils the clandestine opera where squalor dances with opulence in dizzying synergy. Shorian, aristocrat turned rain-monger, weaves through misty echoes hemlock-scented and lust-bated as the downpour obliviously streches alleys into liquid corridors of solace.

Find the path you never knew you were seeking under your dripping umbrella. Seek Exit or wind your way through Waterworth's Debt where shimmering hallucinatory notes spiral like threads spun from aurora's tears.