Two paths diverged, wrapped in whispers of what could have been. Beyond the shrouded veil, lies the truth - unspeakable, ugly, wretched.
Choose wisely, though all roads lead to the inevitable: the haunting resonance of past choices carving echoes through the intrepid dark.
The ground quakes silently beneath, a reminder of tormented souls tethered to the earth, vacillating between release and sinister permanence.
Curse of the AncientsEvery choice a tarnished silver coin, spinning on the edge of fracture, inevitably toppling into the wrathful phantom sea.