Confess. You are something greater that they could know. Confess. You are a speck to the planets, a collection of bone and blood that the earth will turn to dust one day soon. Confess. You are nothing, nothing, nothing. She had never cared for the form of confession; it was sticky with falsehoods, yet how the people of the Keep loved their confessions to a priestess they could not understand. ( It made them feel holy, she knew, but they only came to her in times of fear. Pathetic. ) When she heard footsteps approach, she assumed it was more of the same, and she bit her tongue to stop herself from spitting out cruel words. Now was not the time --- not yet. “Shall I prepare an offering?”











