Auspicious beginnings…

Slick with moonsweat I stumbled into the abode of the Unspoken. Layers of hopping webs obscured my view, only being able to guess at shapes and tumbles in twill light. None of any foes showed through, leaving me besweated and shaking. The sounds and aromas of the Walpurg night floated richly in the air. Not all was lost, time was still an ally.