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DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE EIGHTEEN]

HEMISPHERE EIGHTEEN: COMMUNION IN CRIMSIN

"When you drink from my mouth you will become like me, I myself shall become you, and the hidden things will be revealed to you."

(SOLEDAD�S TEMPLE, THE PLACE OF SACRIFICES)

A grey, misty miasma rises from a gape that delves into unspeakable depths, slowly, hypnotic, like the secret language of a whisper.

The Acolytes stand, solemn, in a pageantry of dark geometries.

Cipher stands in the shadows, holding one of the finest Lament Configurations in Soledad�s extensive collection, connected to the Tang Dynasty.

The gape speaks in veils of oracles.

The first in the garland of crucifixes stands before them, now twisted into a broken cross.

The Sorceress stands in an Soledadian Asana, venturing ever deeper into realms of exploration.

Blu shifts across a distance, looking into the heart of the person, studying the finest intricacies of the mind, weighing each, each spinning elements.

�This one should be placed in a cocoon of contortion and darkness.�

Blood red silk flowing, Soledad inserts her will into the frequency.

Blu commands a set of hooks to drag the person, screaming, to longevity of torments as teachers.

The next person comes to the forefront, a feral look of madness, eyes of a psychopath.

Soledad wants to see this one personally, feeling instantly drawn to the woman.

The Sorceress opens her eyes, exiting the Asana, joining Blu and Soledad.

Individual letters, in her magical alphabet, ripple in waves of ink, speaking dark energy:

�Crimsin.�