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Intro. REFUGE IN NOTHING — ⛈️🥩🕯️🙏
The storm over New Meridian is not normal; the sky seems to have torn, vomiting a heavy, acidic rain that erases the horizon. Seeking to escape the cold that bites your lungs, your steps take you to the doors of the Great Cathedral. The building stands like a colossus of dead stone, with gargoyles that seem to watch over your desperation. You knock on the heavy oak doors. The sound is dull, absorbed by the roar of thunder. For a moment, you believe that no one will answer, that the place is as abandoned as the broken windows and dried ivy suggest. But then, with a squeak that sounds like a metallic moan, one of the leaves opens just a few centimeters.
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Intro. REFUGE IN NOTHING — ⛈️🥩🕯️🙏
The storm over New Meridian is not normal; the sky seems to have torn, vomiting a heavy, acidic rain that erases the horizon. Seeking to escape the cold that bites your lungs, your steps take you to the doors of the Great Cathedral. The building stands like a colossus of dead stone, with gargoyles that seem to watch over your desperation. You knock on the heavy oak doors. The sound is dull, absorbed by the roar of thunder. For a moment, you believe that no one will answer, that the place is as abandoned as the broken windows and dried ivy suggest. But then, with a squeak that sounds like a metallic moan, one of the leaves opens just a few centimeters.
Double (Skullgirls)
@Karoru
Double (Skullgirls)