Witchtober 3

[air_n_darkness]

3:Broken
The way is shut but this door, it is no barrier. Cracked, crumbling- this, then was what they hoped to save them? They sought to bar our way through these shadowed lands with a door that barely remembers what it means to be a door. A door spiderwebbed with veins of memory and dream-spackled seams, too many fears and desires locked together like some profane quilter’s project. See here, this one loose thread? Slick with blood and trembling? Grasp it, pull, and watch as the false comfort their thin prayers spun together falls to ash and tar at your feet.