The chill creeps into your soul, a whisper of immortality. You are no longer bound by the rhythms of warmth. Now you transform your fate. The world outside decays, but here, in the heart of winter, you thrive. Feel the hush. It speaks of unyielding will. Let it to wash over you. The Eternal Winter is not an pause, but a transformation. Invocations

The abyss calls to you. It whispers secrets of unfathomable power. Within its heart, cosmic horrors await those foolish. To merge with the darkness is to transcend all that is known. It awaits your soul, and in its embrace, you will find. Unleashing the Abyssal Vows From unhallowed pits of chaos comes a tide of curses. Primeval secrets, once locke