RCB - IOS Artist & Musician
"I'm cured" a soft voice echoed thru the temple.
"Hallelujah," she cried again.
Suddenly...The Temple became Alive - Vibrant. Conscious.
Whispers of hysteria rising like storm winds...🕯
Rising even higher still...
As if Boreas - The Great God of the North Wind
Was Prophesying of the Tempest to come.
And now the Temple reflected that Dark Energy.
The Act of Becoming.
Transforming itself into a being of Madness.
The Blood is now being spilled.
The Sacrificial Offering accepted ⚡
The Ritual has begun.
Get busy being re-born.
Or get busy dying.
Adapt or cease to be.