Anyway, here is a bit of lore:
There is a peculiar moment after sundown, when one realizes that night suddenly will be. At first everything seems relatively bright and has this magic feeling. But it retreats. Shades of color turn darker. What’s between branches grows deeper and something looms that wasn’t there just moments ago. Shadows grow between shadows and ghostly fog waves loosely above swamp and lake. Only a few moments before it leads to shroud and darkness. Those brief moments is eventide’s altar.
Let me know what you think about this one.
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