The night hangs heavy with potential. A breeze carries the scent of change, a reminder that life turns ever onward. This is the time for renewal, to gather the gifts the dark yields. Let us acknowledge this transition and venture into the shadowed with hearts ablaze. Prowlers within a World of Decay The winds howl through broken cities, carrying
The night hangs heavy with potential. A breeze carries the scent of harvest, a reminder that the cycle flows ever onward. This is the time for reflection, to gather the treasures the dark yields. Let us honor this epoch and embark into the unknown with souls prepared. Men of a World of Decay The winds howl through broken cities, carrying whisper
The moon hangs heavy with potential. A breeze carries the scent of decay, a reminder that nature flows ever onward. This is the time for renewal, to gather the fruits the dark offers. Let us celebrate this transition and venture into the uncharted with souls prepared. Men of a World of Desolation The winds howl through shattered cities, carrying