The Brat — Ritual Entry 77-Δ
Born from rebellion and baked in blasphemy, The Brat defied the Eternal Flame itself. Its skull still grins with molten laughter,  imperfect, mocking, alive.
 
The Necropolis — Ritual Entry 58-μ
Beneath layers of char and silence, the buried whisper through olives and fungi. Their voices rise in the heat, speaking of hunger unending and rest denied.
 
Stillness given to hunger.
 
 
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