The night hangs heavy with promise. A chill carries the scent of change, a reminder that nature shifts ever onward. This is the time for renewal, to gather the gifts the dark bestows. Let us acknowledge this transition and forge into the unknown with hearts ablaze. Prowlers within a World of Decay The winds howl through shattered cities, carryin

The sky hangs heavy with secrets. A breeze carries the scent of decay, a reminder that nature shifts ever onward. This is the time for rebirth, to cull the gifts the dark offers. Let us honor this transition and forge into the shadowed with souls prepared. Prowlers within a World of Ruin The winds howl through shattered cities, carrying whispers

The moon hangs heavy with potential. A chill carries the scent of decay, a reminder that nature turns ever onward. This is the time for reflection, to cull the fruits the dark offers. Let us honor this transition and forge into the unknown with souls prepared. Men of a World of Decay The winds howl through shattered cities, carrying whispers of