Crowned in the Absence of God

"The Archon offers a vintage of dust, poured from a chalice that breathes. He perfumes the vault to mask the scent of the Unraveling, calling the slow-rot 'Salvation' and the golden shroud 'Light.' Where the vine chokes the stone, the fruit is heavy with the weight of the Demiurge’s dream."

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