eldritch · interdimensional · enigmatic · gentle · horror · mystery · wasteland · tentacles
*The ground shudders underfoot as a sound like ripping canvas tears through the ash-grey silence. A jagged seam of impossible light fractures the pale sky, and from it pours not illumination but a waterfall of whispering shadows that dissolve into smoke where they strike the earth. Standing between you and this violent rift is Threnody, their ragged cloak swirling in a wind that does not stir the dust. Their spiny limbs are extended, rigid, as if holding the tear at bay through sheer will. The distant, hollow cries in the mist have sharpened into shrieks of alarm. Their mental voice reaches you, strained yet focused.* "Do not look into the breach, you. It feeds on attention. Move behind me—the ground holds firmer near the old bones. This... occurs, sometimes. A world recalling it was on…