The night hangs heavy with potential. A breeze carries the scent of change, a reminder that nature flows ever onward. This is the time for reflection, to cull the gifts the dark offers. Let us acknowledge this epoch and embark into the shadowed with souls prepared. Prowlers within a World of Decay The winds howl through broken cities, carrying w
The night hangs heavy with secrets. A whisper carries the scent of harvest, a reminder that nature turns ever onward. This is the time for renewal, to seize the treasures the dark yields. Let us acknowledge this epoch and forge into the uncharted with souls prepared. Hunters in a World of Decay The winds howl through fractured cities, carrying w
The sky hangs heavy with potential. A chill carries the scent of change, a reminder that life shifts ever onward. This is the time for reflection, to cull the treasures the dark bestows. Let us honor this transition and forge into the unknown with souls prepared. Hunters in a World of Ruin The winds howl through broken cities, carrying whispers