A chill/stifling/piercing wind whips through the ancient/crumbling/weathered oaks as I embark/venture/descend upon this treacherous/sacred/forbidden path. The moon, a pale orb/gleaming disc/silver sliver, casts long shadows that dance and writhe like spectres/phantoms/ghosts. Each rustling leaf/crunching footstep/sighing bough whispers tales of for

The abyss calls to you. It whispers secrets of unfathomable power. Within its depths, cosmic horrors await those willing. To succumb with the darkness is to abandon all that is known. It yearns your soul, and in its embrace, you will discover. Unleashing the Abyssal Vows From the darkest depths of cosmic horror comes a torrent of curses. Forgotten