May 7, 2025
May you come to know yourself better in my pain.
— Chapter 25: But We'll Never Be Rid Of Each Other.
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May you come to know yourself better in my pain.
— Chapter 25: But We'll Never Be Rid Of Each Other.
I feel a little bit sick
SERENDIPITY 😭 southern ass bitch
Can we. Can we talk about this
I mean
Have you ever seen a more perfectly executed reunion moment AND callback
They don't even like each other you guys
Faulkner expecting to see Carpenter in the afterlife..... God. Just. Waugh
Okay but did I hear the wolf 359 door sound in the latest episode of the silt verses or am I going crazy. It’s at 33:04. Some tell me if I lost my mind
CARPENTER: The Trawler-Man sent you any miracles lately, Faulkner?
FAULKNER: Not until you showed up, sister.
— Chapter 25: But We'll Never Be Rid Of Each Other.
Tonight matters. The things you will accomplish tonight, the sights you will witness, will alter you - although not as crudely, violently, or permanently as other faithful may be altered by their gods.
Our relationship to pain, to suffering, is perhaps the most meaningful lesson we can ever learn about ourselves.
Look to the corners of the room, when the ceremony begins. Keep your eyes on the shadows where uncertainty lies. Any one of the Five-In-Snuff may appear to you tonight.
You may catch the curved, blade-like silhouette of the Filthy Child That Cries out of the corner of your eye, and you’ll feel the spark of schadenfreude awaken in you - the impish delight and joy at our looking-glass’s writhing pain. Hold on to this joy. It will be useful to you.
Perhaps you’ll see The Bold Adventurer doffing his hat towards you, and you’ll discover within yourself a burning new curiosity, a desire to experiment, to push the boundaries of agonising dis-assembly further than ever before.
Perhaps you’ll see The Sobbing Sister, foetal and fragile, her eyes melting in tears of bluest flame - and you’ll discover empathy within you, feeling each cut to the flesh of the looking-glass as if it had been administered to you.
And there’s no shame in that. No shame - although she may be the least of our gods. Empathy is crucial, truly crucial. Society can’t function without it.
— Chapter 25: But We'll Never Be Rid Of Each Other.
Do you feel it? Brimming eye and trembling fur, the quiver of terror in the hunt’s first flush? The quarry knows! The quarry knows there’s no escape!
— Chapter 25: But We'll Never Be Rid Of Each Other.