The moon hangs heavy with secrets. A breeze carries the scent of decay, a reminder that life turns ever onward. This is the time for renewal, to seize the gifts the dark bestows. Let us acknowledge this turning point and venture into the uncharted with eyes wide open. Men of a World of Decay The winds howl through broken cities, carrying whisper

The sky hangs heavy with potential. A whisper carries the scent of decay, a reminder that the cycle shifts ever onward. This is the time for rebirth, to gather the fruits the dark bestows. Let us honor this epoch and venture into the unknown with hearts ablaze. Men of a World of Ruin The winds howl through fractured cities, carrying whispers of

The night hangs heavy with secrets. A chill carries the scent of change, a reminder that the cycle shifts ever onward. This is the time for rebirth, to cull the treasures the dark bestows. Let us acknowledge this epoch and embark into the uncharted with souls prepared. Prowlers within a World of Decay The winds howl through broken cities, carryi

The sky hangs heavy with secrets. A breeze carries the scent of harvest, a reminder that the cycle flows ever onward. This is the time for rebirth, to cull the treasures the dark yields. Let us honor this turning point and venture into the uncharted with eyes wide open. Prowlers within a World of Decay The winds howl through broken cities, carry

The moon hangs heavy with promise. A whisper carries the scent of change, a reminder that life flows ever onward. This is the time for rebirth, to seize the gifts the dark offers. Let us acknowledge this transition and embark into the uncharted with hearts ablaze. Prowlers within a World of Desolation The winds howl through fractured cities, car