I'd show you the memories thenselves but, I'm too tired for that. Ahaha, sorry. [He unrolls the map on his work table and places down a few stones to hold it open. The island of Empatheias is above a darkened world. Thick poisonous darkness leaks out and tendrils of shadow and corruption are all that lives on the surface. A flat sketch of Shaarnath outer edges shows those tendrils attacking living people.]
no subject