Echoes of the Luna Moth

The attic sale was nestled deep within the heart of an old and dilapidated mansion, its bricks darkened with age and the windows curtained off, making it impossible to see within. The ad I stumbled upon mentioned it as an "exhibition of the forgotten", and it was this tagline that piqued my nostalgia. Yard and attic sales have always been a sort of time capsule for me, each item representing a story, a life once lived, a moment captured in time.

The wooden steps leading to the attic creaked under my weight, a warning perhaps, of the world I was about to step into. Inside, the attic was dimly lit with candles that flickered eerily, casting ghostly shadows against the walls. I was met with an assortment of peculiar items. A giant tapestry embroidered with mystic symbols hung on the far end, moving gently as if touched by an unseen hand. Skulls of varying sizes, some with gleaming gem-like eyes, watched my every move from different corners.

My attention, however, was soon drawn to an old wooden cabinet filled with glass bottles. Each vial contained a potion, each with its own unique color. Some were filled with thick, viscous liquids, while others seemed to be empty except for a glowing mist that danced within. Some of the potions bubbled, while others remained as still as death. The labels on these bottles were written in Latin, a language I had only encountered in ancient texts. I dared not attempt to pronounce the names for fear of invoking something I wasn't prepared to face. The corks bore alchemical symbols, each meticulously carved into the seal, as if the very essence of the potion depended on it.

Amongst these oddities, a familiar sight brought warmth to my heart. A rug, decorated with a beautiful depiction of a Luna Moth, the same one that was ever-present in my hometown. Next to the rug was a stool adorned with the same butterfly image. Memories flooded back - of carefree summer evenings chasing these majestic green creatures as they danced in the twilight. Without much thought, I decided to purchase the stool; a piece of my past amidst this room of mysteries.

However, as I turned the stool upside down to inspect it, I saw something that sent chills down my spine. It was a hologram of a green butterfly, a different version of Luna Moth. The image was vivid, and eerily familiar. It was identical to the symbol I had seen years ago on the wall of an abandoned castle back home. The castle had its share of tales – of the Brotherhood of the Luna Moth, known to perform dark and arcane rituals under the cloak of night.

A wave of unease washed over me. Was this stool's presence here merely a coincidence? Or is it a call, a beckoning to dive deeper into the legends of my hometown? My logical side warned against pursuing this further, but a part of me was intrigued. Was it destiny nudging me towards uncovering the truth about the Brotherhood? Or was it merely chance?

Regardless of what it was, I knew one thing for sure; I was about to embark on a journey that could potentially unravel the secrets of the Brotherhood, and maybe, just maybe, discover my own role in this grand contrivance of mysteries.

This experience is built with:

..::THOR::.. Cursed Cabinet
..::THOR::.. Luna Moth ottoman
..::THOR::.. Luna Moth rug
.::THOR::.. Midnight Candelabra
DRD - Spiritualists Shoppe - Potions Shelf
DRD - Spiritualists Shoppe - Hanging Cages
DRD - Spiritualists Shoppe - Spellbook Stand
DRD - Spiritualists Shoppe - Pentagram Chime - Wall Hook
DRD - Spiritualists Shoppe - Tapestry