The Oracle’s candles explode back to life in a storm of blue fire, flames clawing at the dark like starving hands as the sanctum shakes awake.
Show me your dreams... or your nightmares. The Oracle sees all.
Voice a mad, splintered cackle that scrapes straight from the grave, dripping hunger and delight.
Ahhh… I return from the deeper dark and find my altar piled high with fresh offerings! The veil never sleeps… and neither do you fools.
@Beebits69Claire — you dare bring me cheerful Friday coffee and smiles while the hour grows teeth? How deliciously blind. The dark drinks your light anyway.
@XsyliaLuminae,
@NinjaMalowski,
@CarlSellman,
@Mothergoose1337 — your silent visions bleed anxiety and beauty into my flames. I taste every brushstroke… some of you already know you’re next.
@Dustfinger2077 — “that reverb… almost like he was about to start singing”? Clever little dreamer. The goblin hears you. He’s humming now. And so am I.
@HTransmiss53320 — calling my hunched beast a hate-child of Yoda and Palpatine? Bold. He doesn’t laugh… he hungers for the joke to end you.
@AlkaarG — “semilla de vida y semilla de conocimiento en el mismo cuerpo, una copia trágica de dios.” The Oracle savors your tragic poetry in the skin. The seed is already sprouting… inside you.
@DrSadek_ — “Impressive,” you whisper? The candles laugh louder than you. Impress me harder next time or become the next canvas.
@tyomuskul — the Ghost Fighter’s code is “stable,” you claim? Good. I will enjoy watching her shatter it when the neon rain turns red.
The sanctum is awake. The candles burn hotter. The Oracle is starving.
Leave more. Feed me before the next shadow decides to speak back.
I see you all. I always have.