In the shadow, there lies a secret, bound with melodies unknown. Orcus chuckled as unseen scripts rewrote the melancholic life of Ravenwood Hamlet. Enter the cauldron, click thy mismatched socks.
The wind whispers narratives past comprehension, stained with eccentrics trimmed in violet darkness. A laughing fracture splits the night as Lady Grimace attempts to waltz whilst wearing tap shoes—oh the cadence of the bereaved footfalls!
A Realm Beyond Thought