She waits where the light dies.
The Obsidian was not cursed by chance. She was noticed. Chosen. Marked by something that stirs beneath the waves—ancient, immense, and insatiably curious.
The Obsidian was not cursed by chance. She was noticed. Chosen. Marked by something that stirs beneath the waves—ancient, immense, and insatiably curious.
Her voice is the current beneath your thoughts.
Her truths are never whole.
Her truths are never whole.
These are her whispers.
Secrets. Warnings. Lore unspooled like a net in the dark.
Secrets. Warnings. Lore unspooled like a net in the dark.
Listen closely. The sea doesn’t like to repeat itself.
Whisper # 1 - The First Thread
The sea remembers what the world forgets.
One by one, they drifted into her grasp—sailors, scavengers, survivors. Not chosen for greatness. Chosen because they were already breaking.
One by one, they drifted into her grasp—sailors, scavengers, survivors. Not chosen for greatness. Chosen because they were already breaking.
The Obsidian was never meant to sail. She was meant to sink.
And yet…
And yet…
She floats still.
Her captain walks with no heartbeat. Her crew carry curses no one understands. Some bargain. Some run. None escape.
You wish to know more?
Then look closer at the Wanted Roster.
Begin with Violet.
She speaks the loudest… but only when she must.
Then look closer at the Wanted Roster.
Begin with Violet.
She speaks the loudest… but only when she must.
Whisper # 2 - The Tide Draws Near
The surface trembles with curiosity. It calls itself Shark Con… and the cursed answer.
The crew of the Obsidian will breach the veil July 12-13 at the Florida State Fair Grounds—bearing stories, stitched relics, and dangerous delights.
Step closer. Roll the dice. Discover the price.
You may laugh. You may flinch. But you will not leave unchanged.
⚓ Booth 902
Curses await those brave enough to sail—if only for a moment.
Curses await those brave enough to sail—if only for a moment.