[Cards] Myceliaweave Circlet (Patreon)

I watched the shambling rot tear him apart. I made it tear him apart. And I knew I'd wanted it to, but I knew the circlet craved that violence more. To spread. To grow. To consume.

I couldn't stand it. My hands gripped its edges, tearing with all the strength in my shaking limbs. I felt it tearing away, the roots beneath my flesh ripping free. You can't imagine the pain, but even as my vision flashed I knew I must be free of it.

I awoke, the pain still barely faded hours later. Reaching up, I felt the rotting wood still weaving its roots into my skin, into my mind. And I knew it never belonged to me.

I belonged to it.