Living in a World Full of Weirdness

In the ever-night streets of the foggy city of Untheril, the flames of gas lamps flicker like souls that may be extinguished at any time. The ancient clock tower struck out of rhythm every day, as if someone secretly added a beat to time and then quietly erased a beat. Hidden in sewers and behind abandoned theaters, societies exchange contracts written in Latin and older languages, summoning beings that should not be named. The wind outside the wilderness blew into the city with a whisper of decay, and the shadows of the trees twisted into shapes that did not belong to this world under the moonlight. Behind every closed window, there may be eyes watching you, and the reflection in the mirror sometimes blinks a little late. Secrets grow like mold in the cracks of walls. No one knows whether the next rain will wash them out onto the streets, causing the entire city to slide silently to the edge of the abyss.