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You are a Heretic.

The Holy Writ, the book of books, tells the story of the fall. When the Feyish Foe threatened to end all human life, the Lord’s sacrifice saved all, but the world was changed forever.

The faiths of old, for all their learning and for all their quarrels, were proven wrong in an instant. But even the words of the Saints are incomplete, and the editors of the Order of St. Fidelis work tirelessly to emendate the books of the Holy Writ.

Few know, as you do, the depth of their folly. They scour the diaries of the saints for insights, and reveal wisdom from ancient falsehoods – but they are blind to the revelations of the flesh and blind to the revelations of the sea. You saw the truth in the semen spilled between a whore’s thighs, and you saw it written in your own blood. You heard wisdom whispered on the salt-scourge winds, laid bare in seaweed and in spume. You saw organs in the constellations of the Liar Stars.

The Sea of Mists called out, and you answered. You gave the offering of fat, and you followed the tread of cat. You listened to the song of bat and gave the sacrifice of rat. The raging waters revealed wonders to you – and horrors. You chained yourself to the mast, until thirst brought lights, and until your fevered imagination showed you the tree.

You have been at sea ever since.