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DARK INKANTATIONS [HEMISPHERE SEVENTEEN]
HEMISPHERE SEVENTEEN: Dark Communion
“Blessed are those that know the path out of their carnal flesh, for they shall attain intuition.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson
(SOLEDAD’S TEMPLE)
Soledad, on her throne of stone, is in a trance like state, across the threshold of a secret Asana, as the clouds of Leviathan stir.
A line of people, in varying states of contortion, await purification.
The acolytes of Soledad perform Asanas that further empower her workings, which are hidden behind flittering eyelids.
To each side of the throne, Blu and The Sorceress watch, vigilant.
The acolytes begin to shape shift, riding the waves of alien frequencies.
Soledad’s aura begins to glow, an eerie, electric blue, as the clouds of Leviathan stir.
Particles in the air light up like fireflies, drifting downward in visages of ashes, black and grey.
A supernatural cold permeates.
Her eyes slowly open, black, containing aeons, lips containing multitudes, as the clouds of Leviathan drift into stillness.
As she exits the Asana, the particles of light go dark, interconnected to all in her presence, reflected in the rising tides of darkness.
She stands, beginning a sinuous stride, a path of sensuous liquidity, like mercurial moonshine, out of her leather garments, walking nude, past everyone present, irreverent.
No one dares lays eyes upon her.
Her Acolytes dress her in a Sacerdotal Vestment, flowing silk, blood red.
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