Pact of the Outcast skull The afternoon stretches on around

The afternoon stretches on around him — bees moving slow

Recovered already split

They turn it over once

they planted not seeds

Pact of the Outcast skull The afternoon stretches on aroundIn the shadowed corners of forgotten libraries and hidden chambers, there are prayers recited not in reverence, but in defiance. The wearer of this piece calls forth secrets older than time itself hidden truths whispered only to those who dare to listen. Once, a heretic, no longer bound by the dogma of their upbringing, stumbled upon ancient texts long thought lost. In the deep of night, away from prying eyes, they whispered the forbidden verses