Board :	Chronicles of the Winds
Author :	Albedo
Subject :	*':.
Date :	8/21
<b>Scrawled on a tattered scroll, nailed to the board by an <b>unseen hand, its ink smudged as if bled from the dark. Where the pines twist and the dead linger, a shadow quickens. No breeze betrays the stillness, yet the air thickens with intent. A veil, black as the grave's embrace, cloaks its chosen nameless, formless. Beneath Nagnang's shrouded canopy, the silent tread a path unlit, their purpose a secret the roots entwine.   What stirs in the gloom stays in the gloom. Ask not the moment, for it eludes the bold. The tale unfurls where spirits watch and wait.   <b>The scroll curls at its edges, as if reluctant to yield <b>more a fragment of a deeper silence.