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| − | '''"... and I survived the end of the fucking world."''' - Robert Morse, ''Space Beast''<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 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."'''<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: I am here for you. Until victory, or until the fires of Gehenna render all the world to cinders.<br><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: I am here for you. Until victory, or until the fires of Gehenna render all the world to cinders.<br><br> | ||
| − | '''"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."''' - Boris Balkan, ''The Ninth Gate''<br>You live and so, you suffer. You drown your anguish in indulgences or ascetic destitution. | + | '''"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 you even get to remain conscious to suffer more and then 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]] | [[File:mantisankh.png|500px|bottom|center|mis lágrimas son sangre mi corazón es ceniza]] | ||
Revision as of 22:05, 4 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."
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."
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: I am here for you. Until victory, or until the fires of Gehenna render all the world to cinders.
"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."
You live and so, you suffer. You drown your anguish in indulgences or ascetic destitution. You learn nothing and then, eventually, you die. Sometimes you even get to remain conscious to suffer more and then 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.
