Magnets
Description: The end is nigh and together we'll burn. When Iacob of Gethesmane descended into the Pit he sacrificed six of his brother-monks to pave the way. They yet scream still, the moaning conflagration of their souls serving as candle-light to his endless writings and a boon for tired pilgrims searching for the flames of communal annihilation.
Description: Nature fades without a whimper. The oak does not cry as the woodsman severs it from trunk to root for it knows it’s death will seed and fertilize the earth for further life. Why do you cry, dearest pilgrim, as spikes pierce your flesh and roots begin to strangle your bones? You are a part of the Earth, a pillar of creation, and thus will feed new life.
Description: Varhka lives! It still searches for its head down here in the damp dark. Its butcher-blade drags along the mossy stone. The bullish roar of its severed head fills these long lost halls... for it screams when torchlight shines upon it. My only comfort now serves to call it ever-closer. It wishes to be whole once more... to open the gates of this foul dungeon... and my fresh sinew would help to bind it tight!
