#yes my lady o7

You have followed a rumor, promising something you value. Some secret of great power, some way to bring someone back, some way to make sure something will never happen to you again. It has taken you far from home, deep into a forest no one has ever returned from. A forest alien and strange, one which makes your feet feel as if they do not belong on this soil.

As the path had grown harsher, and darker, and you had found wolves with pelts of steel and things wearing the faces of friends long dead, you had begun to question if the prize was worth it. And yet you pushed on.

Further, further, through darkest night and chilling day and misery and blood until, at last, you found the crumbled walls of a long forgotten city. As you had climbed through a ruined gate house, and walked through the darkened streets, the sky had opened up for the first time in longer than you could remember. You did not know the stars, nor the planets, nor the moon. Yet they felt like home.

And you pushed on, through the inner walls, into the keep, forcing open doors and slaying a withered husk wearing a panoply of gold. It had been too late to turn back, too much had been given. Finally, you found it, the tower you had been told of. And so you had climbed. It did not take long, a few minutes.

A tome had laid open on a lecturn; in an otherwise empty observatory chamber. You had walked, with trembling hands and quickened breath, to read the page it was open to. And the next. And the next. And you began to feel that chill, as you realized that the world is not what you knew.

That death is not the end.

That while you may make that crossing, across that terrible river, it will not be one way.

Keep hope, my friends, even in the darkest night, and live if you have any say in the matter.