Naynay

I came through the Fey to this dead place. Not of my own will. What I did there does not matter to you mortals, you cannot comprehend the graceful joy of the Lenaia, the subtlety and delicate complexity of it all. Perhaps neither can I, or I would not be in the Grey Lands with you snuffling trufflers. All that matters is that my doom is here, that I endure the thrumming ache of existence among you. I will find a way back, I have to believe that or an ocean of wine will not keep the Faceless from consuming me.

My first home here was Hupperdook. They light the sky on fire with sulpher and ash but the colors they make are so beautiful they push away the crushing black for a while.