The psychic field shifted last night. I felt it before I was awake. A pressure behind the ribs, a flicker in the air, that unmistakable sensation of something forming just outside the edge of thought. The Umbrians call this the Echo Week, when the future sends its signal early, and the sensitive ones hear it before it arrives.

The sky has been louder than usual this week, a kind of pressure in the air, like something vast leaning in to listen. You’ve felt it in your skin, in your sleep, in the way time has stretched. The Umbrians call this the Supermoon Gate, when the Moon drifts closest to the Earth and the veil between matter and meaning thins to a breath.

The Code opens through Zephyra, the Moon of Balance. Its message is not comfort. It is calibration. In the field this week, distortion fractures, the false stillness of avoidance, the counterfeit peace of pretending. The Code corrects through tension, not ease. You will feel the pull. Let it come.

Greetings, dear members of the Obsidian Circle, It's Penelope Blakk here, your guide to the magical lands of Obsidia Valley. Today, I...