Nighty night.

🂾 ... Osnora’s Moonlit Benediction: Bearing Witness to the Birthday Omen.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ／(‘CHAPEL OF WITHERED SAINTS.. 1731.) May the luminance emitted by the conical waxen entities atop your celebratory confection resonate with the fervor of a Silent Hill shadow.

In the manner the Elders weave their hexes with patient malice, I beseech the fates that your day be a tapestry of strange delight and whispered fortune, each thread humming with the pulse of long-forgotten triumphs.

May your birthday unfold within a warded circle, untouched by famine or ill wind, where the only thing that multiplies is mirth, and the laughter echoes longer than the bells of the forsaken chapel.

Keliatan kan akurnya?