"And the brighter the flame, the deeper the shadow"
Dark Souls
I am inside a hall—elegant, yet empty. A vast forest of tall, imposing columns held up this decaying structure. Embedded within the walls of the pillars, silent faces watched my arrival.
The divine and the demonic converged in this place. With the proper profanation, it is precisely a pantheon that is most likely to become a pandemonium, just as a womb can become a tomb.
For each, a path was created, its own Mystery. Penance, redemption, retribution... all are the same.
The fear of abandonment is, in truth, the fear of death, and the resonance of shadows echoes through all that has been forsaken.
The fear of abandonment is, in truth, the fear of death, and the resonance of shadows echoes through all that has been forsaken.
In the midst of a storm, reaching land is an unresolved longing, driving the ship onward.
But the ship is fragile, and the burden great.
Heavy is the weight of fear, sublimated in the tides of the present.
But the ship is fragile, and the burden great.
Heavy is the weight of fear, sublimated in the tides of the present.
From the depths of this hall, a faint, flickering light draws my attention.
I answer the call.
A pact?
A promise made into the dark.
I answer the call.
A pact?
A promise made into the dark.
