Rite of Recognition
Pour the juice of the mandibles... a vessel of bone... Fill it with the dreams of those who never sleep...until the heartbeats of the swamp begin to echo... The enslaved soul... When the brew begins to whisper...Split the dreams! Drawn from the deep... When the swamp shark awakens... ...into the silver light. ...the word of the Ancient! Follow his...then drink! ...burn from within! And then, then you will behold the Sleeper!
