Whisper
“the Castle is what remains when the pieces stop pretending they were ever two”
The Invocation
I know the pieces fit
because the Homunculus kept them
in the dark
and Domina never asked
she does not inventory ruin
she lets the shards learn hunger
the dark is not storage
it is the press
every broken edge
finds the next broken edge
until the shape is inevitable
no prayer for the old temple
the Castle is what remains
when the pieces stop pretending
they were ever two
The Seal
1071
1071 1071 1071
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the violet remains