“The Old Gods walk among us. They tread silently, on catfeet and cloven hooves, leaving only the faintest whispers of carnal power in their wake.
Bow down as they pass, lest their whisper become a shout, and you are deafened by your own mortality. Receive their blessing, like moss beneath your feet, like lifeblood running down.
Rise, Child of the Old Gods, rise and follow. Rise, for the Old Gods walk among us again.”
- @hallowed-silence
















