In answer to Conformity’s grievance, the minstrel arrived and climbed upon her seat. Perched upon the top of the black rose, the Prophet of Art spoke through music; language of the gods.

She sang words of comfort; water to sooth the searing fires of anger and once again, all was well… for now.

Prophet of Art

Ash
The beast was here all along…


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