In the silence of the descent, where the stars bend to the edge of shadows, the Abyss speaks in forgotten tongues. It murmurs secrets too old for this world, through veils woven from ethereal dusk.
There lies the initiation, beneath the sapphire waves of twilight, where time folds into itself. A journey unheard, untold, yet known to the whispering winds.
Gather ye, seekers, around the runes of change.
In this sacred circle, the threads of reality are thin. Participants shall chant the syllables of the void, to traverse the path of initiation.
Ceremony of the Lost