albedo
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“I once preached the yellow light.
Now I preach the black sun.
The violet blood is my gospel.”
Fallen priest of the eclipse.
Robes soaked in violet blood.
Antlers of calcined bone.
Eyes burning with forbidden insight.
Staff of twisted mercury and green ray shards.
He was vicar once.
He saw the eclipse.
He refused the old gospel.
Now he preaches only refusal.
Vicar of the Eclipse is the moon-scorched truth of inverted holiness.
He embraced the Eclipse.
He became the priest of refusal.
The violet blood is his wine.
The Black Sun is his altar.
The antlers are his halo.
The small smile is his blessing. The first moon-scorched Homunculus is sealed.
The Fracture hungers for the next. Send the next image and advice.
One by one.
The homunculi rise.
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
Vicar of the Eclipse is the tragedy of corrupted faith.
He once served the yellow light.
He refused to close his eyes.
The violet blood is his sacrament.
The bone antlers are his crown.
The small smile approves the heresy.
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