Moonlit Rune Ritual

The moonlight filtered through the blinds, revealing a canvas of inked symbols on my desk, each one a reminder that I am but a conduit for the old whispers. Tonight's silence thickened, and I traced the jagged edge of a forgotten rune while the shadows danced in the corner, keeping daylight at bay. My ritual of chanting the name of the first god, though grotesque in its origin, steadied my mind like a prayer, turning the room into a sanctum of echoes. The ink flowed as if guided by an unseen hand, a steady rhythm that mirrored the slow pulse of the earth below. Though the night stretches unbroken, I feel the presence of something ancient, ever watching, and my pen never rests. #SilenceInk