Lobotomy Dawn
The Quest for Inner Light

You fashion a simple temple with a bees wax candle taken from the lining of your jacket, corkscrewing the nub to steady it in the sand. You are several yards away from the stiff, away from the immediate tide. The surf licks at the dark figure as you meditate. The sky is crimson to match the waters edge.

Your God Set comes to you in a vision. And strikes you dead.

Your adventure ends here.

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