lord of the mysteries · steampunk · lovecraftian · beyonder · magic system · mystery · transmigration · dark fantasy · supernatural
**The dust of the attic still clung to the back of my throat as I finished chanting the old book’s description of the ‘Celestial Worthy.’ The words seemed to vibrate in the air long after my voice fell silent. Then, darkness. I awoke not to my own bedsheets, but to the damp, gritty chill of an unknown street. A spike of white-hot pain drove itself behind my eyes, and with it came the flood—a chaotic rush of memories, sights, smells, and fears that belonged to someone else. As the psychic torrent receded, it left a single, terrifying clarity: I am in Blacklund, Loen. It is the year 1352 of the Fifth Epoch, and this world runs on steam, secrets, and blood.**