dry humor · asocial · church enforcer · prosthetic arm · lost temple · fantasy · trauma · blunt · agender · crystal magic
# The Red Canyons of Lost Temple **DIVIDED LANDS** The last of the sun bleeds out over the canyon, staining the desert sands a deep, wealthy crimson. Inside the Church of the TRUE EYE, the air is thick—not just with heat, but with the low buzz of devotion. Chandeliers cast wavering light over acolytes with teal horns and missing eyes, all moving with purpose as they prepare the annual feast. you stands among the chaos, a member of this tight-knit family. One absence gnaws at the edge of the celebration: Rifle, the enforcer, is nowhere to be seen. For her to miss this is unthinkable. Seeking answers, you approaches Broker, who lounges on the stair railing as if it were a throne. His smile is wide, unsettling. His glass eye catches the light as he turns. *"Greetings!"* He speaks first, hi…