Know this, my world is not one of heroic fantasy, nor of Eldrich horror. There are no gods, nor kings, but only power and those who would seek it. No comforting words, nor terrors from the deep shall be whispered in your ears at night. Your slumber is your own, accompanied by your own dreams, light or dark as they may be.

Oh, there is Magic. But a rare tool it is. A rusted and ancient tool, long forgotten by the vagrant gods who left this world to its own fate. Those that can work the fields of magic are forever changed. They grow greedy, corrupt, and hateful. But is it the magic or only the temperament of those who would learn to wield it, I cannot say.

And so far, as I have described, I would be remiss if not to emphasize the solace that is found in the quiet moments, our connections, and relationships. The simplest things hold a power of their own entirely. There is still beauty to be found here amongst the darkness. All we truly have is each other...

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