For most of the year, the worlds remain separate. But this night, the boundaries between them are no longer certain. As the harvest moon rises, the veil begins to fade. Across the darkness, candles are lit. Ancient rituals begin. And those who dwell beyond the veil emerge. For one extraordinary evening, they walk freely among us. This is the night known as The Autumn Crossing. Most will never witness it. Most will never know it exists. Perhaps that is for the best. There are things beyond the veil we were never meant to encounter. But this night, you have been granted passage. The Autumn Crossing awaits. Tread carefully.