DSA Nameless Nights

The entrance hall looms with a cold, sterile brightness. The scent of incense clings to the air, and heavy ram’s head banners hang from the walls, their eyes seeming to follow your every movement. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the quiet rustle of the tapestry that partially obscures a large, ominous inscription: Therma Vitae Aeterna. The bright, cool lighting casts long shadows against the stone pillars, where sharp eyes may spot cryptic markings. The place feels heavy with secrets—some waiting to be discovered, others perhaps best left untouched. As guests enter, the chill in the air seems to seep into their very bones, and despite the apparent welcome, a sense of unease lingers.