I found the shunned house as it had endured for centuries.
In the damp earthen cellar I recited cryptic lore from ancient manuscripts bound in the flesh of beasts, written by the erudite wizard, whose name goes unspoken.
I see them as I look out beneath crimson skies, the unearthly fiends that slither in the impenetrable morass of the dark woods. I hear them cursing in terrible voices that I somehow comprehend. They tell me that I cannot leave.
I have no fear for what I have unleashed. The gates are open
I am home.