Where Am I?
Around The Web
The walls seem endless.
As you continue into the structure, you find another a darker room, its walls lined with cabinets. Desks line the wall and the smell of ink mingles with dust in the stale air. You recognize the bite of dry air in your own throat as you carefully examine strange cupboards. As you approach, one opens with a haunting creak.
You are drawn to a tome.
Another gilded tome shines brightly in the lamplight. It calls to you, its elegance striking against the dull You have always been fascinated by the Stars. This book promises to divine your future, pry open the details of your very soul. But, its edges sharp, you understand that this knowledge comes with a cost.
Pray for guidance.
Pray for guidance.
Weekly Reading
The memory of answers torn from fate
The destruction of all who cannot wait.
At dusk and dawn, the Rose Queen rules
While thieves of night still own the dark.
Green Dragon's breath pollutes cloud and pool
As silent spider spins webs that mark.
The broken oath and the traitor's plot,
The huntsman's horn and sharpened spear
Make wishes pacts that come to naught
When madness claims those who would appear.
Life stands death upon its head
As sweet lust joins in pools of blood.
Escape the curse with no tears to shed
As nightmares arrive all in a flood.
Disease and plague are no end of life
When mastered by the harvester of strife.
- Song of the Spirits
The destruction of all who cannot wait.
At dusk and dawn, the Rose Queen rules
While thieves of night still own the dark.
Green Dragon's breath pollutes cloud and pool
As silent spider spins webs that mark.
The broken oath and the traitor's plot,
The huntsman's horn and sharpened spear
Make wishes pacts that come to naught
When madness claims those who would appear.
Life stands death upon its head
As sweet lust joins in pools of blood.
Escape the curse with no tears to shed
As nightmares arrive all in a flood.
Disease and plague are no end of life
When mastered by the harvester of strife.
- Song of the Spirits