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Existence is a bittersweet poison. The honeyed song of hope lies just around every corner, but just out of reach. All the world is a chess board for powers eldritch and incomprehensible. Though the fires of Gehenna loom just over the horizon, the world is cold and growing colder by the day. Let's huddle together against the chill of the Final Nights and bond over blood, suffering and doom.<br><br> | Existence is a bittersweet poison. The honeyed song of hope lies just around every corner, but just out of reach. All the world is a chess board for powers eldritch and incomprehensible. Though the fires of Gehenna loom just over the horizon, the world is cold and growing colder by the day. Let's huddle together against the chill of the Final Nights and bond over blood, suffering and doom.<br><br> | ||
| − | '''"It's small, and it's broken, but it's mine." - Stitch, ''Lilo and Stitch''<br> | + | '''"It's small, and it's broken, but it's mine."''' - Stitch, ''Lilo and Stitch''<br> |
The Sword of Caine. Mi jardin, mi hermanxs. What makes your heart burn? What sets your soul to song? What weights on you in your days of restless slumber? Whatever may pass, I am here for you, until victory or until the fires of Gehenna scorch all the world. | The Sword of Caine. Mi jardin, mi hermanxs. What makes your heart burn? What sets your soul to song? What weights on you in your days of restless slumber? Whatever may pass, I am here for you, until victory or until the fires of Gehenna scorch all the world. | ||
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[[File:mantisankh.png|500px|bottom|center|mis lágrimas son sangre mi corazón es ceniza]] | [[File:mantisankh.png|500px|bottom|center|mis lágrimas son sangre mi corazón es ceniza]] | ||
Revision as of 22:11, 3 August 2018
Themes
- Strength in fragility
- Radiance in anguish
- Enlightenment through tribulation
- Family among monsters
- Loss, grief, and growth
- Faith, heresy, and the occult
- Trauma and mental illness
"... and I survived the end of the fucking world." - Robert Morse (as narrator), Space Beast
Existence is a bittersweet poison. The honeyed song of hope lies just around every corner, but just out of reach. All the world is a chess board for powers eldritch and incomprehensible. Though the fires of Gehenna loom just over the horizon, the world is cold and growing colder by the day. Let's huddle together against the chill of the Final Nights and bond over blood, suffering and doom.
"It's small, and it's broken, but it's mine." - Stitch, Lilo and Stitch
The Sword of Caine. Mi jardin, mi hermanxs. What makes your heart burn? What sets your soul to song? What weights on you in your days of restless slumber? Whatever may pass, I am here for you, until victory or until the fires of Gehenna scorch all the world.
