In the rotting heart of this world, where the church bells had long since rusted into mute hulks, a woman bled out her grief into dirt. They thought It was dead, a whisper could be heard from someone else in the room, but she wasn’t interested. The village barely fed the living, let alone another … Continue reading The Ophidian Eucharist
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The Ascension of Betelgeuse
I - Welcoming the Crimson Dawn The first sign was the bleeding sky. Betelgeuse, in the raging heart of Orion, had pulsed for millennia, a dying god exhaling its final breaths into the void. Then, it expanded. Not gradually, as stars do in their death throes, but hungrily, stretching tendrils of scarlet light across the … Continue reading The Ascension of Betelgeuse
Black Holes Whispering in Tongues 