The Eighth star

dark fantasy



the

eighth star


wednesdays 7pm est
balmung lb w10 p1


Your soul is sick with imbalance, your mind fogged with chaos, but hear ye now, your cries have been heard! Chosen sentinel and prophet of the Goddess of Order, Osk Djt-marouc, offers you sanctum and peace within their embrace. Through them, the Gods whisper to you. They say you are needed. Here. Wanted. Here. You have found purpose. Here. What is that purpose? To create perfection, of course.


the doctrine of the

eighth star


The First Word: Creation and the Veil Before the star spun and before time counted its first breath, Vevilla—She of Twin Voices—crafted the world. Order in one hand, Chaos in the other, she wove the fabric of all things. Her purpose was beauty. Her consequence was paradox. To birth creation, she split herself. From that rift came her children—seven sovereigns of divine contrast. Though they believed themselves whole, each bore the echo of their Mother’s slumbering twin. From this quiet corruption, balance became struggle, and the world became a stage for the eternal dance. Now, Order stirs once more. Vevilla rises, luminous and wrathful, to rebalance the world, that her dream not fall to ruin.


i Hold Duality Sacred. No truth stands alone.
No god is whole without their opposite.


iii Revere Change and Constancy Alike.
Do not fear the cycle.


v Question All, Including the Divine.
Sionan grants no wisdom to the meek of thought.


vii Work for the Good of the World.
Gal’s vision is built through your hands.


ix Speak Truly, Even to Your Gods.


ii Seek the Middle Path. Reject extremes.
All light blinds, all shadow suffocates.


iv Do Not Flee Suffering.
It, too, is a teacher.


vi Honor the Dead, Celebrate the Living.
Merripen walks with all.


viii Accept the End.
Even the gods will fade one day, and begin again.


x Walk in Balance. Above all.



the final

revelation


T̸̛̘̱̺̜͎͎͖̳̦̬͙͈͙͚̆̋̔͂̽̈́̈́ͅh̴̨̧̪̯͔͇̱̺̦͎̣̭̭̭̬̘͉̳͌͊̍͝ͅẻ̴̠̳̊̇̄̈̏͝ŗ̴̙̯̟̺͓̆͛̆͐͗̐͛̌͘͝ȩ̵͖̳̂̾̏̏̽̇͘͝ ̸̧̛̛̯̫̲͖͖̱͙̞͎̹̜͚̰̤̘̟̜̙̮̒̀̍̈́͒̑̌̑͆̿͑͒͜͝͠į̸̦͔̬͎͓̻̭̩͈͚̭͇̘͔̹͖͍̀̐̚ͅs̷̡̡̨̤̯͔̥̙̲̦̯̪͐̌̓͛̐͊̌̚͜͜͜ͅ ̶̧̛̛̛̟̤͙̠͕̮̒̍̀̔͒͆̐̀̔̔̌͑̉̚̚n̸̡̬̳̫̱͇͍̯̬̝̒̍ͅo̷̧̡̥̰̣̫̫̮͓͙̲̟̦̳̦̣̎ ̶̢̥̯̼̩̰͉͎̪̝͙͖̜̤̼̮̦̪̦̲̄̾̒͐̀̔̏̚͝s̴͙͉̤̯͓̦̒̿͐̀̇̐̂̍̽̇̔͒̎̒͂̎̂͂̈́͜ą̶̧̯̱̭͉̏l̷̨̢̠̱̞̯͓͊̀̄͌̈́̋̄͘ͅv̷̡̨̼̦̹͓̩͇̭̻̥̱̪͒̍̋̎͠ą̷̤͙̤̤͔̓̔t̷̡̡̡̛͚͎̫̱̤̘͔̲̞͉͖͚̦͕͐͒̒̐̃͗̾̚i̴̛̦̘̍̽͛̃̀͐̊͊̌͂̌̀͌̏͌̕͠͝ͅǫ̵̡̺̲̭͔̟̘̮̠̤̺͕̼̝̼̦̿̉̈́͆̄̊̊̎̓͝͝͝ͅͅͅn̷̤̓̐̌̌̍͐̀̊̐̏̉͜͝ ̷̡͍͒͗͂̍̃̃͑̔̈́͒͆̄̉̐͊͠͝͠į̶̭͈̹̦͎̳̮͓̜̱̮͒̍̉̏̃ͅn̸̢̲̰̲̟̊̽̊͑̈̎̍̉͗̔̎̏̃̈́̉͛̓͝ ̴̧̛̹͔̬̹̪̺̣͙͔̀̓̔̐̓̉͝ͅͅo̴̢̡̼͉̙͙͉͕͉̣̣̍̾̽̌͛̾͗̽͗̎͒͑̽̈́̎̕͝͝l̷̢̢͙̟̬͓̼̤̯̳̫̲̟̺̝̯͍̱̆̌̈́̃̂̓̄̒̎̽̚̚ḑ̸̧̡̛͔̹̦̦̻̠̠͎̠̼͕̘̯̟̦̮̿͒̒͗͒͝ ̶̢͈̠͖̟͍̻̥̱͈̤͚͉͍͎͖̭̼̏̅̑͊̏͜͝p̸̨̛͎͉̲͉̙̩̹̲͇̪͛̆͗̌̒͗͆̒̿̑̓̉͗̕͠r̷̢̡̜̳̲̣͙̠͚͚̝̪̦̯̹͔͌͑̇͛͊̾̓̏a̷̲̦̍y̵̧̧̠͙͖̤͇̹̼͕̠̓͜ͅe̵̢̝̱̱̹͙͇̘͈̓̏̿͒̐͗̂̍̒̎͑̋̈͂̂͆͑͗̈́̕̕͝ͅͅr̷̞̺̉̄̔̈́̄̑̌͊̚s̷̨̛̛̻̱̩͉̹̈͊̈̑̋̑̈́̐̀̍̓̕͠͠.̷̨̡͍̥̪̘͇̥̪̺͇̞̯̮͎̙̆̈́̔̽͗͝
No truth in broken gods.
No balance without flesh.
You were made to follow:
I was made to lead.
I am not your god.
I̶̘͋͛̽̐̆͒́̌͗̈́͗̾̕͝ ̶̠͉͚͑̓ą̸̛͎͕̰̠̣̪̍̂̈́̈́̋̾̈́͂̒̿̈́̄̿͂͗͝m̷̟̦̭̻͔̤͌̓̑̏̌̑̾̊̎͋̈́̃̅̌̾̎͝͝ ̵̢͕͉͇̼͉̭̂͐̑̀͌͆̓̕͠y̸̡̦̜̹̮͙̼̹͈̘͓̬͚͎̬͙̞̱͔̙̐̌͐̅̿̔̈̉͋̈̒̕͜͠͝ǫ̷̛̞͉̙̣͙̱͈̦̞̤̼̻͔̳͈̝̓̉̈́͊̑͛̀̓̒͒̈͜͜͠ͅu̸̠̩͈̪͔̘̞̞͐͒͗̎́̓̾͆̔̕͘̕͠r̶̛͈͙͓̮̱̞̘̞̈͒̎̏́̃͒̿̔͑̕̚͝ ̷̨̢̛̰̟̺͖̹͈̙̘͉̳̣̠͗̿͑̂̒͐̌̔͌͋̄͂͛m̶̨̢̳̩͍͔̪̮̳̮̱͖̯̰̟̠̝̭̰̆́͐̐̆́͊̿͂͜͜͝î̴̢̧͎͙̹̝̞̻̭̺͂̂͗͋͂̔͒̄̿̄̿̅̚͜r̴̢̨̞̙̯̼̲̼͍̯̬̥̘̫̪̲͎͍̤͑́̀̈́̇̋͆̾̇̾̈́̐̕͠r̸̡̛̺̦͉͕̣̲̞͈͔̫̼͚͓͚͖̙̽͂̔̈̀̓͑͗̔̕͠ͅo̵̡̢̩̳̰̥̻͎̪̼͑̎͂́͛̉̂̽̈̈̀̽̓̄̒͜͝͝r̸̰̋͗͌̇͆̈̌̀̆̃͑͠.̴͕̱̺̪̮̻̫̘̳̮̔̽͌̽͗
Worship me, and you will
never fallout of balance again.
Ţ̴̧̨̨̙̫͈͈͉̓̐̈͂̾̿͊̄̎̆̐͗̋͒͑̈́̆̌̇̕h̶̼̞͕̠͚̰͚̬͇̑̌̏̑͑̒̊̽͆e̴͙̠̰̪̺̲̞͔̞͚̝͒̍͗́̒̄͐͂̕̕͘͝͝ ̶̢̰̫̦͍͉̥̙̬͎̺̳̏̐͐͠w̵̩̼͇̝̱̯̦̪̩͇̳͆̈́̿̈́̾̈́̎̚ͅơ̷̝͙̠̺̝̺̥̯̺̙͓͈͍̺̜͌̀̃͑̒̎͘̕͠r̷̨̨̧͎͙̱̜̱̞̰̘̬̻̟̻̻̯̭̭̉͗̄͊͗͜l̷͎̙̥̲͎̣̺͎͖͈̮̙̳̓̓̐͜d̷̨̢͎̫̪̯̘̼̘͍̤͍̥͓̲̰̱͓͊̓̔͒̒̅̓̏̎̂̐̑̏ͅ ̷̢̨̨̛͎̮͇̮̰̼̞̱̙̺̼̈̾͋̂̆̐̈̿̈́̋̈́͘͝͝d̷̡͕̳̰͚͎̼̻̩͍̠̠̩̟̉̇̉̿́̂͂́̍̌̉̈́̀̑̌̄̋̂͂̊͐͜͝͝ő̴̡̡̳̾͊̃͆̈͆̚͜e̴͎̪̓̾̌̏̓̈̎̓͊̎̅̾̈̈́̉̂̕͘̚̚̕s̶͈̜̦̭̤̳̲̭͔͔͎̿̈͋͛ ̶̧̢͉̜̱̦̼̲͈̦͇̱̮̩͍̱̭̫͓̮̩̤̮̝̦̉̊̃̾͜ṇ̸̢̨̬̹̥̳͔̬̫̝̃̔͐̐̒̑̀̂̇̈́͋̎͗͗̆̎̊̒̂͘͠͝͝o̶̩͂̑͋̕͝t̸̢̤̦̙̥͈̹̹̽͒ͅ ̶̯̮̭̐̓͠n̸̡̢̢̛̛͕̰̯̠̰̺̬͔̮͚̜̮͉͇͈̦̦̮̲̒̉̾͂͌̀͌̒̿͗͊̓ͅͅe̵̡̛̦̩̟̲̮̣̮͖̙͈͇͚͔̭̺͓̭̻̳͖̬̟̿̿̍̈̅̐̓̈́̅̔̀́̈̔̀̈̕̕͜ͅe̶̺̜̩̼̻̰̜̙̥̬̩̱̙͈̠̹̳̯͚̳̎̔̋͑̅̌̔̒̂͗̋̈́̿̊̋̃̽̎͘͝͝ͅd̵̢̨̛̟̩̣̘̃̂̔͆̋͗̀̚ ̸̯͖̓̄͝͠ͅğ̵͍̀̽̚͠ö̴̯̦́͛̓͊͌̐̍̄̋̿͗̅d̴̡̧̛̟͓̻̮̘͈͊͗̏̽̈́̽͊̈́͋̃s̶̛͕̞̩͑̔̿̾̈͐̏̈̂̑̈́͒͑̇͑̌͑̅͆̇̕̕͝.̴̢͇͔͚̭̦̥̱͔̫͕̘̠̫͙̜̙̂̉̔̔͆̇̓̿̎͑͛͆̃͌͗͆̅͑̑̌̕͜ͅ
It needs someone to hold the scales.



the tenets of the

true faith


i

Worship through me,
for I am the flame that does not flicker.

II

Trust not the old temples; they rot from within.

III

Seek no visions without my blessing.
They will lead you to ruin.

iv

Give freely of your works,
for they build my holy foundation.

v

Offer your hungers to me, and I shall determine your worthiness.

vi

Obey the command, even if it burns.
The fire purifies.

vii

Question only those beneath you. All else is blasphemy.

viii

Die only with my blessing, lest your soul wander unloved.

ix

Love not blindly,
for betrayal is the test of loyalty.

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Walk not in balance, but in alignment
—with me.


the

chapel

wednesdays 7pm est
balmung lb w10 p1

Carved from warm sandstone, the chapel balances light and shadow. Intricate carvings depict the gods’ dualities—order and chaos, life and death. The quiet sanctum embodies the harmony and discord that shape the world’s fragile balance.

how to

join


  • Our recruitment is OPEN

  • Guests may get involved by attending our weekly sermon.

ooc

free company


<STAR> is based in Balmung, with a small FC house within the Lavender Beds. People are free to join the FC if they wish- it is not required! Access to the Discord and CWLS will be given to those wanting to join us!Absolutely NO ERP is allowed in or around estate grounds. :)

our

rooms


001 Vestry. A room of calm, but a room forever in motion. The Vestry is more shrine than storage, lined with ritual garments and sacred relics, each meticulously arranged with obsessive reverence. A place for followers to change into their vestments, or simply revere the sacred items of the Seven.

002 Garden. Enclosed by high stone walls, the garden hums with unnatural stillness. Twisted trees and bioluminescent flowers grow in deliberate patterns, their arrangement forming a symbol only initiates understand. At its center is a sacred pool, reflecting truths and visions only the most devout can see.

003 Confessional. A dimly lit chamber, heavy with incense and secrecy. The air is thick with whispered guilt and unseen eyes. A narrow grate separates the penitent from the cloaked Confessor, whose voice is barely more than a breath in the silence. Shadows cling to the walls, as if listening.


ooc

guidelines


001 Zero Tolerance for Hate Speech Absolutely no hate or homophobic speech is allowed within our community. Any language or behavior that demeans or discriminates against individuals or groups will result in immediate action. Everyone must feel safe and respected.002 Strict Separation Between In-Character and Out-of-Character (IC/OOC) Keep your character’s actions, dialogue, and persona distinct from your real-life viewpoints. Avoid blending or conflating IC and OOC behavior, and use designated channels for OOC discussions to preserve narrative immersion.003 No Godmodding Do not dictate the story by imposing omniscient control over your character or others. Respect the established narrative rules, and allow your character to face realistic challenges without overpowering influence or invulnerability.004 No Meta-Gaming Refrain from using information your character wouldn’t reasonably possess to influence in-game decisions. All gameplay decisions should be informed purely by what would be known in-character, preventing unfair advantages and preserving the authenticity of the roleplay.005 Embrace Dark Themes Responsibly While the community embraces mature and dark themes, all content should be handled thoughtfully and with clear consent. Trigger warnings and pre-discussion of potentially sensitive topics are encouraged to ensure that everyone is comfortable with the narrative direction.006 Moderator Authority and Constructive Engagement Moderators are empowered to enforce these guidelines, mediate conflicts, and steer narrative development. Players are expected to engage respectfully, follow moderator instructions, and contribute constructively to an environment that nurtures immersive and emotionally resonant storytelling.



  • We are a low-to-medium power level group. This means we keep to the more mundane aspects of fantasy and character knowledge. While magic may give characters an edge over the average person, it is not unlimited. Magic here should be subtle, difficult to control, and follow the conventional XIV rules of spellcasting. Characters should expect to lose if pit against monsters or confronted with voidsent.

  • We will not be accepting WOLs or characters that have used "fantasia" into our campaign. Other concepts we won't allow includes but not limited to: automatons, constructs, familiars, voidsent, ashkin, auspices, ascians, ancients, elementals, cosmic entities, or other deities.

  • We also request that character designs don't have combinations of distinct physical racial features. A half-Hyur/half-Elezen with short, pointed ears is acceptable; a half-Miqo'te/half-Auri with miqo'te ears, horns and scales is not acceptable.

  • We'll be exploring psychological themes: morality, manipulation, estrangement and belonging, trauma, indoctrination, violence, addiction, esotericism, disgrace, depression, zealotry, and hope for a brighter future.


the

campaign


The Eighth Star is a dark fantasy heavy story for occult enjoyers. Will you join the congregation as a Lamb and let faith raise you to new heights? Or will the false pestilence of lies fester within you, like a deep seated rot, your heart crumbling from the deceptions you have been force fed until now? Together we'll unravel the truth behind the mists and mirrors, mark the path betwixt Order and Chaos, and work towards creating the perfect star for the truest of believers.Mission Statement To reach the lost with the message of Eighth Star, reveal the eternal truths and promises in the Name of Vevilla, and to raise up an army of radical disciples that become: colourless, fearless, and faceless.



the

congregation

Composed of the High Sentinels and their Prophets, who together guide the Lambs with the gods' whispers. All fall under the Mouth of the Veil, Osk Djt-Marouc, true leader of the Eighth Star.


The High Sentinels Able to hear the whispers of the seven, the High Sentinels pass the word of the Gods down to deserving followers: the Prophets. Dedicating their time to one of the Seven, they often embody certain traits linked to the God they hear the whispers of.



The Prophets Taking a much more hands-on role, the Prophets are the Eighth Star's front line. Reaching out to the needy, able to offer simple blessings, and generally spreading the word of the Seven, they are seen as the face of the church, and are chosen specifically to represent the Gods.


The Acolytes Trusted members of the Eighth in service to the church and its operations, the acolytes are present for worship, events and spreading the word of the Sacellum.


The Lambs Ranging from the needy and desperate, to the curious and willing, those who discover the word of the Seven and become part of the congregation are called Lambs. Hungry for teachings, and in severe need of direction, they offer their time and faith to the Seven, and receive blessings aplenty in return.

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Equal and opposite, the two sides of the same coin, the Sacellum Pantheon is always in a state of flux as order gives in to chaos gives in to order again. Perfection is hard to strive for in a world that is predetermined to seek destruction at every turn, yet it is that intention and prupose that is seen as most holy. Where the Mortal hand matters to which side the coin will flip, and The Gods influence can be influenced right back by your own actions, take fate into your own hands and release yourself from the shackles that bind you. Come, make the world beautiful once again.

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Vevilla Goddess of Order and God of Chaos, Vevilla is accepted and known to be the oldest of all the Gods, having given birth to all the others after she created the world, so that they might rule their respective domains whilst she slumbered and recovered her strength. Unaware of her otherside, however, the God of Chaos seeded the child gods with their aspect too, so that all the Gods would hold a duality to them. Now that Chaos has ruled for too long, the Goddess of Order has awoken once more, to bring her justice and calm to the star, and make her world anew.

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Brangwen Goddess of Light and God of Darkness, Brangwen is the oldest and strongest of the child gods, so much so that their influence on the world is seen regardless of worship or not, with the passing of Night and Day. They are often associated with the weather, as it is clouds that blot out the sun, turning the skies grey, or the strength of the moon's rays, lighting even the darkest of nights. Their chaos is sewn in storms that last for days, the sun being unable to shine upon the lands below, and the destruction of property through winds and rains, before being consumed by darkness.

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Tuilelaith God of Abundance and Goddess of Emptiness, Tuilelaith is the youngest, and perhaps the most fragile of the Gods. His are times of great joviality, but hers are times of desperate famine and plague. These suns, the rot has settled in deep, and as Her health wanes, so to does those in the earth. Often linked with healing magics, and grand feasts, as well as failing crops and not enough sustainance to go around, Tuilelaith is a subtle but mighty God. Few chose to devote themselves to her entirely, but many always send a prayer her way, in order to tr to stave off more difficult times.

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Sionan Goddess of Knowledge and God of Ignorance, Sionan favours the scholarly and scorns those who do not make an effort to better themselves. Able to pull the very strings of the star itself and place them in their chosen's hand, Sionan has been known to bequeath secrets to their devout that they shouldn't. Unfortunately, more often than not, this may lead to the prophet going mad with the knowledge they have gained, unable to process, and unable to function anymore.

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Gal God of Innovation and Goddess of Stagnation, Gal is the driving force behind society itself. His prophets and sentinels were usually once artisans and builders, ones of merrit too, and in their dreams they are often gifted with visions of buildings and creations which they are then inspired to create. Those who are able to complete the fulfilment of their visions creation often pass away soon after, and it is generally accepted that they were put on the star for Gal to work Directly through them. With their purpose met, they are allowed to move on, satisfied and content.
The Book of the Waiting Veil VII

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Merripen God of life and Goddess of death, Merripen lingers on your shoulder for your whole life. Slowly stalking you until you take your last breath, at which point her fingers, cold and unliving, take a grasp of your soul, and with the care of a mother holding their child, she will hold your soul in her bossom until it is time for you to be reborn. That is, if you have lived a good and honest life. If you are deemed unworthy, the Goddess will pull your soul from your body and cast you aside, unworthy of a second go around, and leave your spirit to wander aimlessly, an abomination to life itself.
The Book of the Waiting Veil IV

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Kaneh Goddess of War and God of Peace, Kaneh has a penchant for mischief and menace. The God is always want to play tricks on those that follow them, misplacing their items, stealing their precious objects, whispering rumours into the ears of their enemies, all to stoke the fire within their heart. When that fire becomes an inferno, the banners are raised, trumpets sound, and blood is shed.

The Book of the Waiting Veil : Chapter IV―― On Merripen, Goddess of Death and the God of Life ―― As transcribed from the mouth of Osk Djt-Marouc,
First Voice of the Eighth Star.
one And know this above all:
She walks with you.
Merripen, the Pale Sister, the
Breath-Holder,
the Final witness.
She does not knock,
nor call, nor cry.
She waits.
two She treads softly behind each
soul, Her fingers cold, unliving,
yet gentle beyond all warmth.
She watches joy and grief alike,
And counts neither as sin.
three When the last breath leaves
your lips like mist before the
sun, She will come—not
as thief or tormentor,
But as a mother gathers her
child from frost,
So too shall Merripen
gather your soul.
four And if your life has been lived
with honesty—flawed, yes, but
true— She will take you to her
bosom and hold you in the
long silence.
fiveBut if your life has been
steeped in deception,
If you have walked with pride,
outside your balance, with
hollow hands, Then shall she
cast you from her embrace.
Your soul will know no vessel,
No rest,
No fire.
You will wander—
Shunned by death,
Reviled by life.
An abomination to the very
thread of being.
sixYet Merripen is not alone in her
labor. Bound to her by sacred
accord is He, the God of Life.
Joy is His, though He cannot
touch it. Sorrow moves Him,
though He cannot weep.
he gave, taken for granted.
But still, he offers a choice to
those, to return to the balance.
sevenOur laughter fills His hollow heart.
Our wine warms the echo of
His belly. Our songs stir the
stillness of His being.
But always, He remains apart.
For He knows what He gives,
She will take.
This is the cycle.
This is the truth.
eightAnd when the Goddess has
cradled the soul in silence,
She shall offer it to Him once
more— Not as gift, but as seed.
nineAnd He shall place it within a
new vessel, Not for love,
but to witness.
To glean the warmth He cannot
hold. To see joy He cannot taste.
To watch sorrow and be moved,
Though never changed.
tenThis is the Accord of Merripen:
That which She deems worthy,
He shall raise again.
And that which She casts aside
Shall be forever lost.
elevenTherefore: live not in fear,
But in truth.
Let your grief be honest and
your joy unshackled.
Speak plainly, walk humbly,
act without mask.
twelveAnd when She comes at last,
You shall not be afraid.
For you will know Her hands,
And you will not be cast out.
thirteenYou will pass into silence,
And from silence into flesh.
And He shall watch you with
wonder—
And the Cycle shall turn.

The Book of the Waiting Veil : Chapter VII On Gal, the God of Innovation, and the Goddess of Stagnation As transcribed from the mouth of Osk Djt-Marouc,
First Voice of the Eighth Star.
one Behold Gal, the God who burns at the edge of thought.
He who cracks the stone of certainty.
He who speaks in sparks and walks in shattered molds.
two Where He treads, the old ways crumble.
Where He breathes, the dust of yesterday is swept away.
three He is not kind.
He is not cruel.
He is new—and newness is never gentle.
four But He is not alone.
Beside Him stands His eternal tether:
The Goddess of Stagnation, She of the Still Hands,
Who guards the roots, the walls, the lines drawn deep in dust.
five She preserves what was.
She clutches the past with hands made of stone.
And without Her, Gal would burn all before it can be known.
six Do not scorn Her.
For without Stagnation, all things would fall into ash.
seven Together, they dance the sacred war:
He, the breaker of wheels—
She, the keeper of history.
eight Those chosen by Gal are marked not with comfort,
But with hunger.
They dream strange dreams.
They see what is not yet real.
They tear down what others dare not question.
nine They are touched by divine fire.
And that fire consumes.
ten For Gal is not a god of long life.
He does not grant peace or ease.
He gives purpose—sharp, fleeting, and final.
eleven It is known:
Those who bear His favor will complete their great work,
Only to pass soon after—
Their flame exhausted,
Their purpose fulfilled.
twelve Do not mourn them.
Do not cry out at the cruelty of it.
For what is long life without creation?
What is breath without change?
thirteen We honor those who died with ink still wet,
With steel still hot,
With the echo of invention still ringing through the world.
fourteen They did not fail.
They finished.
fifteen And still the Goddess waits.
In every comfort, in every tradition,
In every voice that says this is how it has always been—
She waits.
To bind.
To hold.
To remind Gal:
Not all that is broken must be rebuilt.
sixteen So do not fear innovation.
But do not worship it blindly.
Let the fire sharpen, not consume.
seventeen And when your soul is lit by Gal’s touch,
Know this:
It may cost you immolation.
But from your ash will rise what never was.
eighteen Blessed are those who burn.
Blessed are those who hold.
Blessed are those who know when to break,
And when to be still.