During the day...
At night...
The fog rolls in and out like the tide as the sky remains a perpetual hazy grey during the day. At night, the stars refuse to shine, the shadows tug at the corners of reality as if trying to reach you. Somewhere in the distance are screams of the less fortunate. Sometimes ash falls like rain. Sometimes the walls whisper unspeakable things in the night. Yet there are time still when reality falls apart and the nightmare takes hold. Some buildings decay to ash while other structures take their place.
The town of Ashbourne valley is where YC stands. As day turns to night the buildings decay and nightmares come to life. The only respite are rooms with the sygil burned into the floor.
But why? Why did this happen? Where is this hellish landscape of no escape?
At night...
The fog rolls in and out like the tide as the sky remains a perpetual hazy grey during the day. At night, the stars refuse to shine, the shadows tug at the corners of reality as if trying to reach you. Somewhere in the distance are screams of the less fortunate. Sometimes ash falls like rain. Sometimes the walls whisper unspeakable things in the night. Yet there are time still when reality falls apart and the nightmare takes hold. Some buildings decay to ash while other structures take their place.
The town of Ashbourne valley is where YC stands. As day turns to night the buildings decay and nightmares come to life. The only respite are rooms with the sygil burned into the floor.
But why? Why did this happen? Where is this hellish landscape of no escape?