RCB - IOS Artist & Musician

"I'm cured" a soft voice echoed thru the temple.

"Hallelujah," she cried again.

Suddenly...The Temple became Alive - Vibrant. Conscious.

Astonishment ensued.

Incidents occurring.

Whispers of hysteria rising like storm winds...🕯

Rising even higher still...

As if Boreas - The Great God of the North Wind

Was Prophesying of the Tempest to come.

And now the Temple reflected that Dark Energy.

The Act of Becoming.


Transforming itself into a being of Madness.

The Blood is now being spilled.

The Sacrificial Offering accepted ⚡

The Ritual has begun.

Get busy being re-born.

Or get busy dying.

Adapt or cease to be.