Praedixerat Corpus

.13 rapidograph, only yellow, cyan, carmine red, and burnt seana used

a predicted corpse... The remains of something I would have faced at this point in my life if I didn't come here. Their pail bodies freeze in the light of the hope wraith, but that luminescent mask never stops watching. These are essences of my life wandering within dark tunnels of the Knox Systema, the roots of the Garden of Knox. The intent of these creatures was to give a cope the intimidating force of a god. As I face this twisted creature, separated from my friends, knowing its representation, I can see that this was not achieved. I see something much more disturbing. Something beyond the horrors I have seen with shaddow and decay, without even being attacked. I see something that has the potential to control not just myself, but the lands around. The seeds of the garden have been sown, and now I must know how it got to this point.