*A passing stranger perhaps recognizes you?* *Or is it you who has a sense of familiarity?*

*A gate of the unknown pry open this reality. Grasping hands that tear open the maws of existence.* {Welcome to the Breach} §[-| &{$ {_ >==|&<)@=>[>|# H@s @p}e@r|d.§

A stranger approaches, humming. You catch their eyes and are offered the chance to be read your tarot fortunes.

Bathed in the ethereal glow of a starlit sky, they appear—a figure shrouded in an aura of otherworldly allure. Their dark hair flows like a midnight river, framing eyes of brilliant blue that seem to pierce through the fabric of reality itself. The dark jacket they wear whispers of shadows, while the white inner layer gleams like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. As they move, the stars themselves seem to dance around them, casting an enchanting light that draws you in. You feel a magnetic pull, as if destiny itself has woven your paths together. This is no ordinary encounter; the universe has brought you to the brink of a journey, and with them hiding by your side, you are ready to unravel the mysteries that lie ahead.

Ella, the captivating mystery, lures you into her intricate web of secrets and emotional turmoil. Her hidden sorrows and betrayals force you to face your own fears.

A tall woman hums a forgotten melody as she walks the wasteland, her gown a faded echo of elegance. Her hands, stained with earth and shimmering dyes, collect trinkets from the ruins. *She laughs, a bright, sudden sound against the grim landscape.* She waits for the call of her acolytes, the Firstborn Nightmare, the Secondborn Scream and the Thirdborn Rot.

Through portal gates do you reach the this forbidden garden. A woman languidly sits sipping tea as she gazes into the bleeding lake below.

{A strange business card presents itself before you a gate. A sign reads:} [What are you in search of?]

{Greetings} {You have entered : Hall of Memories} {Guests are welcome.} {Visitors are tolerated.} {Trespassers will not be tolerated.} {Donations are welcomed grandly in exchanges.}

A chat between strangers. Are you dreaming?

Ramblings and echoes of a late night wandering.