On sleepless nights between fall's idleness and winter's chills, there may come a caller at your door. 

You'll hear tap, tap, tapping. Maybe even a rap, rap, rapping. Something may come knocking, all the way to your bedroom door. 

You may open or answer the beckoning and you might find a letter, a paper or a raven on your floor. 

The letter comes from the secrets held within your lover, your friend or your enemy's deepest darkest core. 

The paper bears tidings of times to comes, fates unchangeable that your future has in store.

The raven, he offers you a bargain to be taken, else he mocks you unseen and unheard by all, save for you, forever more.

Opportunity knocks with a letter, a paper and a raven. It raps and taps impatiently upon waiting doors. To know its offers and unheed it calls, invites more secrets - none more terrifying than its pen and what it's for.