A scroll originally written in varisian. Translated to common:
¶ 📜 When the Blood Root Writhes, She Rises
In the thirteenth shadow of the thirteenth moon,
when the last widow weeps dry and the birth-cry is swallowed by dust,
a throne of bone shall sprout in Ustalav’s womb.
The land, cursed thrice and sealed once, will open—
not with quake or flame, but hunger.
The Queen Below shall drink of the North Wind.
Three times she shall feast:
- once upon kin,
- once upon kings,
- and once upon hope.
Then shall she walk again, clothed in dusk and dripping with stars.
¶ Beware the Faithful Clothed in Silk and Song
They chant not to heaven,
but to the thing beneath it.
- One wears a mother’s face
- One a child’s voice
- One a priest’s silence
They wait in spires that bleed and dungeons that dream.
¶ The Seven Signs
You shall know her vessel by these signs:
- The candle that burns from both ends
- The child born with teeth
- The book that bleeds
- The star that falls, but screams
- The scream that echoes backward
- The meal uneaten on a king’s plate
- The raven who speaks your name with your lover’s voice
¶ The Price
If you read this,
you are already part of her feast.
- The scroll cannot be burned
- The name cannot be unsaid
- The debt is already drawn in marrow and dusk
¶ The End
She rises not to rule, but to end.
And in the end,
even death will starve.