The Traveller: The sun never leaves, the night always
encroaches. What manner of place is this? With these
thoughts an oppressing slumber overtakes me... I yearn
for worlds long lost but not forgotten... I must shun the
chilling breeze, and contemplate my fat... the distant
cascading maves, voices so familiar yet unknown, faces...
WAIT! What is this? Against the horizon, movements that
should not be raise me from my slumber. What things are
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these, dwellers of the night? Creatures of shadow!?
Beasts with transparent skin? How can these things exist?
Such things were never meant to be seen by the eyes of
man! They roam the edge of the night. Always in the
shadows, drifting, following. These creatures pursue the
darkness. These things are coming for... ME! Run, I must
run from them, FOR BEHIND THE SHADOWS... LIE MADNESS.