Chapter IV Dome-Wyrd. Manis gasps as if he hasn’t been breathing, tumbling over in the sand inhaling and exhaling vigorously. Slamming his hands into the sand he props himself upward. Standing up he began to look around. The beach is just as it was, he can smell the salty air and hear the waves roll onto the damp shore. He cocked his head back and confirmed that he couldn’t see his village apart from the smoke. Which only meant he had been away for at least a day’s time. Cocking his head back forward he saw the thick greenwood, and as the wind blew through the trees it began to creak. He scratched the back of his scraggly hair and started walking forward. He could not fathom why he knew he had to traverse beyond this eerie forest, he just knew. Something that lied dormant in the air, the feeling pulsed as it unknowingly guided him. Manis thought about his dream, he pondered until he perplexed his young mind. “It was just a dream from exhaustion wasn’t it?” “Although, it fel...
The page you find yourself reading, is the only documentation, the only accounts of a microcosm infected in a state of perpetual terminus. I, Ghloth The Astral, am one of the four, archaic observers, spawned into creation by the grand archaic ones- The Watchers. Three ages have come and passed, the only light that fills the sky, is the hope that some mortal, somewhere, reading this, might just be the next one to light this doomed lands, fading, and hopeless, worldly fire.