Ebon Gate Approaches

Leaves have begun to fall as the year turns toward its quiet sleep, the veil between Elanthia and the twilight of Naidem grows as brittle and thin as a held breath.  Strange things have begun to drift across the threshold between the living and unliving, washing ashore like forgotten flotsam from a dream.  What purpose do they carry?  Will their forms take root and linger in the waking world, or dissolve back into the mist that birthed them?  Few can tell, though those who listen closely to the dark may soon begin to understand.