Leavetaking

39th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning Overcome with a bittersweet spirit, I write these words knowing they might be my last for a time. The temple and the bells of forgiveness continue to chime and I fear I can no longer in good conscience delay the matter further. I had originally thoughtContinue reading “Leavetaking”

The Future is a Lie

The 31st Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning The superstitions are wrong; the whispered rumors false. The future awaiting us is a lie. Sisters, with your grace leading me, I have once again discerned the truth. The rancid claws of demons embedded deep within our flesh are nothing more than petty thieves. Hope,Continue reading “The Future is a Lie”

More than Death

The 30th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning The wind that blows through the plague-ridden streets of Aramas carries more than death—it carries defeat. I have walked under its yoke for far too long. It circles the city, caressing the stone walls like a jealous lover, refusing to leave. Yet as I steppedContinue reading “More than Death”