Beyond the veil of cedar whispers, where shadows dance in spectral glow,
exists a fence of ancient timber, eldritch in its silent woe.
Each slat tells tales of yore, of realms uncharted and forevermore.
Touch the wood—feel the pulse of cosmic dreams and lulled night-tides.
Here, the moon sings lullabies no mortal hears, yet all feel its pull.
Seek the Lurker
Cross into the Dim Realm