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'''"... and I survived the end of the fucking world."'''<br><div style="text-align: right; direction: ltr; margin-left: 1em;">- Robert Morse, ''Space Beast''</div><br>
 
'''"... and I survived the end of the fucking world."'''<br><div style="text-align: right; direction: ltr; margin-left: 1em;">- Robert Morse, ''Space Beast''</div><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 await doom to come upon all the world with the warmth of good company.<br><br>
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Existence is a bittersweet poison. The honeyed scent of hope lies just around every corner, but just out of reach. All the world is a chess board for powers eldritch and petty. 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 await the approach of doom in the warmth of good company.<br><br>
 
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'''"It's small, and it's broken, but it's mine."'''<br><div style="text-align: right; direction: ltr; margin-left: 1em;">- Stitch, ''Lilo and Stitch''</div><br>
 
'''"It's small, and it's broken, but it's mine."'''<br><div style="text-align: right; direction: ltr; margin-left: 1em;">- Stitch, ''Lilo and Stitch''</div><br>
The Sword of Caine. Mi hermanxs en el jardin de la Madre. What makes your heart burn? What sets your soul to song? What weights press on you in your days of restless slumber? Whatever may pass, my Brothers and Sisters: I am here for you. Until victory, or until all the world is rendered to cinders.<br><br>
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The Sword of Caine. Mi hermanxs. What makes your heart blaze? What sets your soul to song? What weights press on you in your days of restless slumber? Whatever may pass, my Brothers and Sisters: I am here for you. Until victory, or until we are rendered to cinders with all the world.<br><br>
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'''"You have before you the mystery of which men have dreamed throughout the centuries. Thousands have died an agonizing death in hopes of just a glimpse of what you're about to see."'''<br><div style="text-align: right; direction: ltr; margin-left: 1em;">- Boris Balkan, ''The Ninth Gate''</div><br>You live and so you suffer. You drown your anguish in indulgences or ascetic destitution. You learn nothing and then, eventually, you die. Sometimes-- lucky us-- you even get to remain conscious to suffer more. You discover new indulgences or a better capacity to starve yourself-- and then you die again one day. There is another way. You are more than you can possibly imagine. Come into my grove and let me show you your grandeur.
 
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[[File:mantisankh.png|500px|bottom|center|mis lágrimas son sangre mi corazón es ceniza]]
 
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Latest revision as of 22:38, 16 December 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, Space Beast


Existence is a bittersweet poison. The honeyed scent of hope lies just around every corner, but just out of reach. All the world is a chess board for powers eldritch and petty. 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 await the approach of doom in the warmth of good company.



"It's small, and it's broken, but it's mine."

- Stitch, Lilo and Stitch


The Sword of Caine. Mi hermanxs. What makes your heart blaze? What sets your soul to song? What weights press on you in your days of restless slumber? Whatever may pass, my Brothers and Sisters: I am here for you. Until victory, or until we are rendered to cinders with all the world.



mis lágrimas son sangre mi corazón es ceniza