BLOODLIT TEMPLE
This world was not supposed to exist.
The loop wasn’t the message. The failure to advance was.
From between worlds
No longer silent, I emerge
My path unfolds
Through the sweetness of the urge
Blood stains on the altar
I touch the memory of my alter
And all who came before
And cannot be erased no more
WORLD: INITIALIZING
THE VISION
Signal meets Archive. A third world compiles.