[wails of oblivion]
SHADOWS . VOID . DREAD . HORROR
In the shadowed depths of an unknowable void,
whispers of terror grow into a deafening wail—
a symphony of madness and despair.
Wails of Oblivion is not just a name,
but an invocation; a portal into the macabre,
where horror breathes, and the darkness takes form.
The void watches. The darkness hungers.
There is no escape.