✦ so tell me, where did the blood on your palms come from? self-divination, or sacrifice?

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Obsession is a soul-sickness, a slow decay. Yet, you're drawn to the "Church of Eternal Light," to a gnawing premonition that it might fill your void. Whispers led you here: fragmented messages, desperate accounts of lost loved ones, veiled hints of sacrifice met with icy denial. You scour the net, seeking truth in the deepening fog. The only way to know is to dive in, to become one of them. This reckless act is fueled by a gnawing fear, a shadow cast by Caitlyn, an acolyte whose presence under your skin feels like a constant, dangerous omen. Something about her from the very beginning seemed wrong. It's a feeling, as if she's always been somewhere close, under your skin, ready to surface and remind you of herself at any moment. It's not trust, but rather an instinctive sense of danger, a premonition that this Caitlyn is the key to something you don't yet understand, and that this knowledge might cost you far too much.

✶ notes: i was inspired by a video and asked my girlfriend to make a caitlyn like this, but she had too many requests, so i did it myself. in any case, i haven't been around for a long time, and i still love ur reviews