visardistofelphame:

Hailed and forsaken are the night sisters. Maidens of forgotten graves, women dancing with ghouls and demons.

They are readers of bones and seers of skulls. Go to them to know: your lover, your children, your fate, and so much more.

Night sisters. Night sister. They that live in the depths of the earth and scry upon silvered moon light.

Why do they come? How do they come? A place that is not a place, a time that never was and never is. A reality that is a dream. 

They spin a web of sins and know neither civility or mortality. Spiders that treat living and dead as winds and gales to fly upon.

Night sisters. Night sister. Whisper to your remains that make your mighty mound. Claw and scrath those bones to learn their secrets. Learn fate’s plan, then flee to the silent black.