Autumn leaves cascade down upon the doomed necropolis. Wander, you scarred nomads, baptized in the ashes of a dead order. A conspiracy of dandelions will greet you betwixt the cracks. Hail vermin, taking refuge in this wasteland. Kindred spirits—survivors, visionaries, insurgents—hold your spear close as the deathmachine breathes its last not-breaths. Wake now from this nightmare, with feverish visions of feral futures. Gather, gather. Earthen sanctuaries offer play; regenerate in their vitality. Sharpen claw and summon fire! Dance! Howl! Find wildry and fellowship amidst the ruins. Because community outlasts civilization, and life outlasts authority. May blossoms sprout from Leviathan’s carcass.
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