Two bats wander along the desolate ruins of the lonely town. A holy ground of reverence and fear. Once a thriving cradle of moonlit sorcery, the deacons of the church that bore their tragic rituals came to meet their fate after entrapping a fragment of the moon's light.

And through a terrible curse, the moon descended until its influence manifested and touched upon their trembling streets. It is said that men, women, and children alike were draw upwardly into the darkness of the cosmos.

All that remains are the incomplete fragments of what once was life. The air bends with the buildings themselves. Alas, time itself is distorted in this place, and those that bare witness to it can still see cracks of the universe left long ago behind.