The Sisters Arrive at the Base of the Flame
The Sisters Wash the Ash from their Bridal Gowns as the Temple Burns
The Five Sisters Attempt to Dredge the Leaden Coffin from the Lake of Poison
The Aurora Spilled Out from the Broken Bone, Shielding the Sisters from the Depredations of the Wraith
The Gaunt Man Spat into the Temple from a Safe Distance, His Phlegm Crackling as it Dissolved the Marble
They Saw a Figure Standing at the Top of the Basilica, Silhouetted by a Vat of Burning Tallow
From Web Tombs Fixed to the Cavern Ceiling, Countless Girls Look Upon the Five Sisters with Profound Yearning
The Sisters Rang the Church Bell in a Desperate Attempt to Repel It, but the Mass Slithered Ever Nearer
As The Statue Crumbled, the Insects Filled the Cave with a Raucous Song of Triumph
A Disintegrating Smoke Spewed from the Crevasse and Clung to the Land
Strange Figures Still Stalked About the Stomach of the Beast, Wailing in the Throes of False Music
As the Dream Carried Her Deeper, the Smoke Filled the Cave Chamber
It Gathered the Wounded Beast in its Many Coiling Arms and Began to Trill Softly a Soothing Song
The Braided Bridge Frayed as Each Sister Crossed It Until Only a Single Thread Remained
The Storm of Limbs Twisted and Coiled Against Itself, Howling in the Vaults Far Above Them
As They Pushed the Lid from the Sepulcher, the Prisoner Began to Laugh
The Angel Took Flight and Searched for the Sisters with Furious Abandon, Scouring the Forest with Brilliant Shafts of Light
Nothing Remained of the Priestess but a Handful of Her Hair and the Shadow She Left Upon the Cloth
As the Chaplain Raised His Mangled Hand Over the Grail, Glistening Fats Began to Pulse from Orifices Plumbed in the Cave Wall
The Bones of the Shapeshifter Continued Their Transformation in the Murk of the Quarantine Gulch
The Sisters Watched with Mounting Fear and Awe as Sour Moons Rose in Every Direction
The Witch Retreated into the Nebula, Cloaked in Mad Laughter
The King Watched Unmoved as His Procession of Brides Marched into the Alkaline Swamp
The Pygmy Woman Cradled the Crown in Her Arms, Sitting Atop a Pile of Furs
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