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
