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Inward-Looking Eyes

In the lower depths, shadows gather. Somewhere in the warren’s twisted alleys, a clock strikes, its chime a number never before heard. Lights flicker briefly casting glows in colors indescribable before returning to their dull yellow hum. Is that chanting?


look west - look west - look west


Pph’nglui mglw’nafhthe King Tide rises. Look west, dear roader.

look west, dear roaders.

This Green Sunrise Shore

“Sbosctt smf botgtowfr lmfmkp aals gvyomcowf spiht.

Dndndss umxfoon fw fkhlnyp saw obh ktnlsal.

Lodsdlwszzs kmx tzuiv lbu evsiqc ll avdpom.

Tsszo tr bztve cactocb suwvsh tei yoa oazvlcuun.

Zkszed dtutl bbsvoru.”

Look west, dear roaders.