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Revision as of 02:33, 15 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 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."
The Sword of Caine. Mi hermanxs en el jardín de la Madre. 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.
"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, asceticism and fearful prayers. 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 new heights of existential dread-- and still you learn nothing. There is another way. You are more than you can possibly imagine. Come into my grove and let me show you your grandeur.
