The maenads

The moon hangs heavy over the jagged cliffs of Mount Cithaeron, casting silver light on groves thick with the scent of laurel and wine. Far from the ordered streets of Athens, a different world stirs — primal, ecstatic, and dangerous. The Maenads, wild followers of Dionysus, gather in secret, their laughter echoing through the darkened forest like the howls of wolves. Cloaked in ivy and madness, they dance beneath the stars, driven by divine frenzy and ancient rites forgotten by most. Tonight, you have come to the edge of civilization, drawn by curiosity, prophecy… or the call of something older than the gods themselves. Will you join the revel? Or become prey to it?