Pendants of the void (Patreon)

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Mouth of Shulva - 

Souls who fall long and far waywardly towards the abyss come to embed themselves upon the garden. Drawn by a consuming sadness, a piece of themselves and their sun is drawn further below into the mouth of brilliant darkness which rewards them with want and desires unrequited and incomprehensible. 

To be a mouth of Shulva is to carve and etch the lost master's adage " Those who fall deepest are destined to rise again. " into their minds until they witness the holy image of the inverted triangle. When one rises from the garden to higher plains once more, a part of them, an echo, will forever remain below. A humble whispering phantom carrying on the will of their master, and the weaving serpent. 

Eyes of Issac -

Half awakened consciousness ignites brilliantly like stirring embers and pale sparks, seeking answers to commune with the whole. Followers of this path are destined to cross with Issac and the many stairs which all lead upwardly to their woeful, darkened eyes. 

Those who seek this way will cross channels of half truths and monumental struggle through what may be felt as an unending hallway unto infinity. One will not find meaning and justice however through answers alone, and should souls of this way finally meet the gaze of Issac, they must reconcile the terrible truths of the past lest they deny the whole of their futures. Those lost and caught between the limbo of the midway journey may find comfort yet in the grim knowledge the stairs await them. 

Kin of the chains - 

Within all hearts lies the binding of strings. That which connects one to others, the world, and all that in betwixt below. Fragments of a  dark mother's love writhes and screams surreptitiously until this stirring reveals itself through an unending rage in all its chaos. The great lady Balphram, daughter of the Astral chains is drawn to these terrible stirrings and delivers wisdom in ways one unconsciously desires: punishment and suffering. 

There is wisdom in rage and despair but only when one comes to understand their meaning and place will they find revelation and salvation. The world of the flesh and stone is bound by eyes which may peer strings. Yet it is held upwardly by ethereal chains. That which can only be seen by those of faith in something more...a time in which the day and night finally meet eternal. 

Scholar of the arm's reach -

The universe is often considered a terrifying and sharp place. Fragmented and divided, it is often believed one may bleed upon the stabbing ends of the unknown. Those disturbed by the murmurings of existence may find comfort then in the moon which promises a gentler side of creation. 

Souls of this path seek a unique form of the scholarly in that which learns not the mind but the spirit and reveals the often blasphemous notion that the dark and light can meld together in the world like water. Three orbs are often carried by these fleeting pilgrims who acknowledge reality in its fluid state, and through tears do they honor a nameless goddess of the moons who toils in the waters of an endless night. 

A deep and dark ocean awaits us all one way or another. As does an everlasting light. Divided between the two, the soul will remain a broken fragment of want and consciousness. Melded they become a source of great comfort and strength one may never fathom.