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The Blood of Pomegranates
The Blood of Pomegranates
A stab in the heart. The sacred and the rotting. A heart haunted by the ghosts of dysphoria and trauma.
No Exit
No Exit
You walk home, tracing the edge that separates the darkness from the mercury blue of midnight. Normally you like the metallic sounds, the acrid smells, the things you see rising from the muddied cracks in the asphalt. But these places you know are not safe anymore. Something is moving closer. Something is almost here.
Memento Mori
Memento Mori
Remember that you will die. Remember that life is a gift; but it is not ours to keep forever. Flesh wrapped in bone will one day unravel, and worms will occupy the soft hollows before all turns to dust.
The Dark Arts
The Dark Arts
Look through the flame, and tell us what you see. Clench your ash-stained claws—gaunt from centuries beyond your reckoning—to hold the vision in place.
The Void, Transmuted
The Void, Transmuted
Enshrouded, wrapped in layers that bend light and obscure form, there is something waiting to to emerge. Incubation, transmutation. It begins as a pulsing red heart, bleeding into open hands.
Vampyr
Vampyr
Oh wretched, delicate creature, how long have you lived in your castle made of stone? Your skin is bloodless, your claws are long. You are married to darkness, but you have never forgotten the sun.
Dismal Decay
Dismal Decay
There are places where shadows live, hiding in the attics of forgotten places, their whispers a century old, believing they were forgotten.
