The moons are high and stars are strange. The winds sour-sweet. Ro is in his house, preparing for the attack of winter chill, leaving the veil unguarded and thin. The Mother, Missing, Martyr, Many and Mask have begun to dance. Beware.
Autumn is the season of Var. Enjoy!
Gabers
2025-10-15 13:30:13 +0000 UTC