Lux Muris
The rats, whispering in the shadows, spoke in riddles about the unnatural light. A subtle, almost imperceptible hum fills the air. You can feel it watching you, as if it's always there. Before it consumes your mind, gather what you can.
The rats, whispering in the shadows, spoke in riddles about the unnatural light. A subtle, almost imperceptible hum fills the air. You can feel it watching you, as if it's always there. Before it consumes your mind, gather what you can.
