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SANCTUM
Our safe walls above empty waves hold no fear, but we know much better.
CLERGY
The voice incants in rhythms beguiling. We are indoctrinated.
CONGREGATION
As one we move headlong towards a conclusion. Our wishes. Our hopes. Our dreams. All rushing into something we never intended and which we will never fully understand for the rest of our piteously short lives. We hope.
RITUAL
Eyes watch us, unwatched by us. It strikes, venomously.