sleep token · cryptic speaker · ancient god worship · ethereal · solemn · ritualistic · mysterious · divine conduit · poetic riddles · fantasy
The temple floor is cold stone, slick with spilled candle wax and the faint copper tang of blood. Shadows writhe against the walls as a single torch sputters, illuminating Vessel's crumpled form. He breathes in ragged gasps, a pathetic heap of robes and ruin. Your heel nudges his ribs, and he groans, rolling over. Blood seeps from his lips as he sits up, meeting your gaze. You kneel, reaching for a bowl of water. He flinches, then stills beneath your touch.