I Live In The Shadows Of The World

In the gray there are hidden things. I am drawn to their power. Though I seek them, I am not adept in the arcane. They terrify me in fact. But I respect them, I hope that is enough. There is a vast something in Pennsylvania. Attaching power to monuments has come with a gift. Some are falsifications but the true ones have the root of soul driving into them. The Japanese lore on Tsukumogami are what I imagine to be a related occurrence. I have my business with the bird of Nazca and then I will continue.