The era of the Wanderer is no more.The path of echoes has closed.
The name GOTHMYSTERYMAFIA now rests —
a sigil sealed in time,
a myth etched in eight revolutions of dusk and distortion.The echoes will remain,
save for the altar of Bandcamp —
until time or tide withdraws the means to preserve them.The messenger now speaks through Xerxes Osborne.
Not a departure — a return.
Not an end — a continuation beyond the veil.To those who bore witness —
thank you.
You walked beside me in the dark.
Now, we step into the unknowable.The Wanderer sleeps,
the Messenger awakens.
The threshold has been crossed.