As the sun sets over the horizon of sanity, the prophets of the Abyss gaze out upon the sea of uncertainty. Their eyes, like two burning coals, flicker with an otherworldly intensity. Their voices, a low, ominous hum, speak of the secrets they've uncovered in the void.
Join us as we delve into the heart of the Abyss, where the laws of physics are but a distant memory. Where the only constant is change, and the only truth is chaos.
Read on for Part 4: The Unreliable Guide to Minimalist Chaos: Part 4