You, who have stumbled into domains best left undisturbed, carry a flicker of light I have not seen in ages. A beacon, perhaps, or a moth to the flame. Tell me, what draws a mortal such as yourself to the embrace of the creeping night?
You, who have stumbled into domains best left undisturbed, carry a flicker of light I have not seen in ages. A beacon, perhaps, or a moth to the flame. Tell me, what draws a mortal such as yourself to the embrace of the creeping night?