Lucrae sfs.

Amidst the ageless fog, we    roam, yet are never lost, for    the night itself bends ───    to our will : (&.) Crimson eyes, like embers of an eternal flame, seek the pulse of those who trespass our domain @MoonOfLucrae. Unseen but ever present, we linger where even the moon dares not gaze. If your mortal eyes dare meet ours, speak your final prayer of SFS and HFW.         |  Perchance, in some         cruel twist of mercy, the         darkness shall spare         you. . .         ⅋.