beneath the vastness, mournful winds carry echoes of what once was, what still is, but not for you to see...
A star, once bright, now only a memory in the dark ether, speaks of...
ancient tomes abandoned in candle-lit corners, pages turned by absent fingers, ink that stirs with alive untold histories.
Are these revelations meant for mortal eyes, or do they seek to bind the soul to the eternal night?
Embrace the Abyss Venture the Profound Silence