A chill/stifling/piercing wind whips through the ancient/crumbling/weathered oaks as I embark/venture/descend upon this treacherous/sacred/forbidden path. The moon, a pale orb/gleaming disc/silver sliver, casts long shadows that dance and writhe like spectres/phantoms/ghosts. Each rustling leaf/crunching footstep/sighing bough whispers tales of for… Read More

The abyss calls to you. It whispers secrets of ancient mysteries. Within its heart, forgotten knowledge await those brave. To succumb with the darkness is to become all that is known. It craves your soul, and in its embrace, you will lose. Unleashing the Abyssal Vows From abyssal chasms of oblivion comes a tide of damnation. Primeval secrets, now … Read More