Far and wide I struggled to reach the golden glow of dawn, amid shifting spirals of mist and constant-moving breaths of wind. Yet, despite the burning blades of the sun now brushing against me scrutinizing every one of my wheres, a stubborn and chilling darkness permeates my walls. Molds, invisible wells, and a universe inhabited by damp nameless creatures. Among the spirals of a pagan chill, Megiddo, The Cursed, waits.
Greet with joy!
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