Rabelaisian Headquarters District Cabochon

It feels familiar all-the-while unfamiliar, sacred yet disturbed, holy yet dreadful, quiet yet deafening, and peaceful yet maddening... Beware of the pocket's edge, or you might find yourself joining the shadows. Also mind the Grim Weeper always weeping about like they orbit the place and then some. When shadows are taller than your soul you know it's more than just shadows that follow you. Worry not, eternal child; mother darkness will hold you while you too weep and cradle. A persevering spirit, broken, but never beyond repair. Ignore the stair, you'll know what we mean. Ignore the hare, you'll know what we mean. Ignore the air, you'll be gone before stimuli can communicate the elimination of fear, pain, time, nor existence. Ignore the stare, it can surely be a paralyzing sight!