The Magpie's Manse

It is a subtle thing. . . The halls are no longer so echoingly empty. Voices drift from various rooms of the Manse, and the decaying structure has even seen some care and attention by its residents. Our newly appointed housekeeper works to fend off the plants from the building, and guests take up small tasks in the effort of seeing this space renewed. It is a subtle thing. Dust no longer drifts through the god-rays. Cobwebs no longer adorn the corners of the ceilings. My home is not quite so lonely as it once was~

However- with the growing presence of new minds within my realm, other kinds of awareness are beginning to stir, bending their regard upon my space. Be wary guests, new and old alike. We are not quite so alone as we might think.

It has been sent out. Seeking people from all walks of life, in every corner of existence, one need only to listen. It is a forlorn thing. A lamentation of loneliness. "Come," it cries, "find me, and end my isolation!"

Do you choose to heed this call? To find yourself wandering, slipping between realities to a space oh so achingly empty? Do you dare to try and bring life to this barren plane?

Come. Find me, and give me someone to talk to~