Greetings, Wanderer. The hours have slipped quietly into the dark since our last notice, and with them, the gate to our doorstep has now been sealed. To every soul who has reached for us through the fog, offering your presence at our threshold, we extend our gratitude and a small request of granting us a bit more time.

Every name has it whisper, every whisper has it weight that holds different meaning to us. Only when the land itself settles, we will decide which soul may cross the boundaries into the gates and which ones who would stay inside the shadows. Until then, please hold the patience tightly inside your palms.

Sincerely,
The Morsevic House. 🤩