εxcerpts from scripture {d1}

In the twilight they arrive: in pairs that skirt through the district streets, a family that opens the cellar door and walks down endless flights of stairs, a boy who spelunks into the catacombs beneath miles and miles of concrete. But when the smell of mold and stone gives way to vanilla and lavender, and when the ever-present darkness turns to candle-lit rooms, a smile breaks upon their faces. Pages are retrieved from bags and shoes and necklaces, combined into a living text.

A chorus reads together, clusters read separately, exploring the souls of those departed from this plane. Remnants of a world destroyed by the heat - the dark. And in honor, tribute, memorium, they take these pages into their own name, living out the words in their own way.

The ground above may be strife with blood. But below, nestled between the fossils of an era, lies something else entirely.

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The Divine Assemblage is a group in District One who, a few times a month, secretly meet deep in the catacombs of the region to go over, share, and read found old texts (that may be from/before the Dark days). Any time after the age of 13, they typically choose to change their name to an excerpt from the scriptures. Each member also has a page of reading that they keep hidden and safe aboveground, to prevent a mass loss of text in case of a disaster.

Excerpt naming system inspired and taken from Friends At the Table's Twilight Mirage




EXCERPTS, TAKEN:

Tracing the [aerugo] over what once they meant to destroy, shrouded by the city, rendered beautiful by an aeon in the mist

The universe casts its cloak of life into one small sphere of [boundless] existence.

As the castle tumbled around her, the crypt tender perused through the [canon] for a final sign.

"Men live off the [frolic] of stars, scrutinizing and charting light long dead."

Our Feet are Planted in the Real World, but We Danced with Angels and [Ghosts]

Amid the shadows they dreamt of [home], of freedom from the albatross of doubt, the future enveloped in a quilt

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have [loved] the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.

and so folly and triumph, twined past where the trees take root, spur [nascent] wonder ever onward beyond eye's reach.

As is the way, the [path] travels on, with or without you.

Perfection comes at a [sacrifice]



SIGN-UPS:

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[b]Member Name[/b]:
[b]Character's Excerpt Name:[/b] {Excerpt name here}
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