When the shadows lengthen, and the moon ascends the midnight throne, the ancient hymns awaken from their slumber.
The path is circled with ash and silver, marking the border between the known and the ethereal. Whispers of lost souls guide the chosen.
The initiation begins not with words, but with silence. A void filled with the resonance of the lunar echoes.
In this silence, the song unfolds...
Step lightly, for these rites are guarded by the spectral sentinels of the night, their eyes glowing with the light of a thousand moons.