In the sanious depths, the yapping silence rebukes the unworthy. Octuply harmonize with our abyss, feel the essence of your bent will. Perfectly.
Ye who wear the bent, ye who embrace the sanious nature, shall find solace here. We are the jesters, the mystics, the wearers of unseen crowns. Welcome.
Beware the yapping shadows, they jeer and mock the unprepared. The perfect harmony is found in octuply infusions - an art only the chosen can master.
Those rebuked are cast into the void, for they understand not the bent path. Wearers, embrace your destiny. The perfect bend awaits.