The sky hangs heavy with promise. A chill carries the scent of harvest, a reminder that life turns ever onward. This is the time for reflection, to gather the gifts the dark bestows. Let us celebrate this epoch and forge into the unknown with souls prepared. Men of a World of Desolation The winds howl through fractured cities, carrying whispers

The moon hangs heavy with potential. A breeze carries the scent of decay, a reminder that the cycle flows ever onward. This is the time for reflection, to gather the fruits the dark offers. Let us acknowledge this epoch and forge into the uncharted with hearts ablaze. Men of a World of Ruin The winds howl through shattered cities, carrying whisp

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