Domains: mystery, secrets
This church have it's own spells.
How could you not see it? It's always been there. Screaming at you from the corner of your eye, "notice me, tap into me!" Ever-shifting, ever-wondering, mesmerizing. You lay down there, half-asleep, slipping over the edge, when you finally see it. But you don't speak about it, no one ever does.
- You can see it, you can finally see it. Oh, the spirits, have it's always been there?
- Does it actually whisper, or are you just going mad? You can't even speak about it with someone. They will say you are mad, but you aren't. It actually does.
- Tracing the lines with your fingertips you finally realize - it's there to be used. It wants to be used. You are the one who can use it. You are the one who will.
- The patterns. They are everywhere. Speaking with you, showing themselves. They have been here all the time, begging to be seen. To be understood. To be used. You see them in places you would never even think about. The circles, the triangles, upward trees and downward spirals - it's all there, exposed to anyone who could see them. You do.
- They do not understand you. You do as you please, mark with patterns all you wish to be used. You are the tool of your own ways. The world itself is ripe for the taking.
- How has he done it? Without falling? Has he cheated god at last? No. He has simply befriended the spirals.
- Now you see it. Now you understand it. You truly do. You do not speak about it.
Consecration of the patterns you've marked on your chassis, bursting with possibilities, ostracized you. There have never been any objective, prime or otherwise. Everything there ever been, is and will - structured in ways not spoken about. There is just one final step for it to be.
Author's note: Junji Ito seeing dreams in the Witch-House.