Let the crunchy leaves bring forth the whisper of spirits, and the shadows dance with the happy feet of goblins. But let little trixter foxes beware of entreating the presence of the whispers. Those that inhabit the spaces unseen and mute every natural light, and lend lightless luminescence to every supernatural glow. For if you should open this book. If you should dare but crack one page and let the dead moth wings fall, breaking the hex... They will come. They will be countless and solitary in their mission.
They will find you, Dante.
Go catch a ghost by the tail by checking out this YCH from mizzzer, they created this cute art of Dante getting discovered by things that ought not to be - reading that which he shouldn't. No, the book didn't have that title when he first picked it up. It simply read, "Hic est Liber Vetiti".
mizzzer, they created this cute art of Dante getting discovered by things that ought not to be - reading that which he shouldn't. No, the book didn't have that title when he first picked it up. It simply read, "Hic est Liber Vetiti".
