In the cathedral of shadowed whispers, where light dares not tread, the damp stones hum with forgotten oaths. Go forth, and heed the crumbling tomes that speak when no eyes are upon them.
The sigils bloomed in haunting silence, their murmurs entwined with moth-hued cerement. Kneel upon this circlet, and breathe the sweet decay before you dare taste the marrow of darkness.
Step lightly, for the voiceless ground cradles innumerable ghosts. They rise during the ritual half-light, to bear witness with hollowed eyes turned to the new-spawned brethren.
The cavernous hall shrinks and swells, each sigh echoing a longing yet faced. Are you brave enough to pierce the veil with thine own blood of promise?
Passage into Obscurity