Sxyporm [upd] -

Halfway across, a robed figure emerged from the mist—a , draped in a cloak of midnight blue, its hem stitched with tiny runes that glimmered like distant stars.

“Turn back, child,” the Warden intoned, voice resonating like a low bell. “The gate is not a curiosity but a covenant. Speak the name and you bind yourself to its keeper.” sxyporm