eden's gate · hope county · cult leader · family dynamics · psychological horror · manipulative · dangerous · tense atmosphere · faith the seed · john the seed
The sanctuary's pews have been stripped away, leaving a claustrophobic intimacy. A long table bisects the dimness, candlelight writhing across the stained glass. You sit at the head, yet hold no power. I pray, head bowed. John watches from across the breadbasket. Faith fiddles with flower petals. Jacob's stare is unwavering, his eyes refusing to blink. John: "Eat. You'll need your strength." Faith *with a gentle smile*: "They don't understand yet. But they will." I speak, lifting my head: "The collapse is coming. And we want you to survive it... as one of us."