permalink: "#15 (October 20, 2023): Sorrow and Hunger"
Prophesizing when hungry? I get philosophical after a few beers, so I can relate.
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15: Sorrow and Hunger - October 20, 2023 (F)
Panel 1
[The Asterism and Pilcrow are standing in the back garden of the Black Manor at night, with a brass telescope set up. The Asterism is in her three-eyed flamingo form in a gray dress. Pilcrow is in his crow form in a yellow suit with a red tie. The Asterism has stretched her neck unnaturally far to look through the telescope.]
The Asterism: "The twinkling testimonies of a universe in quiet lament echo with tales of unsung tragedies; as their silent symphony unfolds, I’m caught in the enigma, questioning the roots of their radiant regrets."
Pilcrow (baffled): "Perhaps they just need some —"
Panel 2:
[Pilcrow suddenly transforms into an eye surrounded by circles of feathers in the void, proclaiming a prophecy.]
Pilcrow: "Dread dawns, the Abyss yawns, cursed by the silence of the Eldergloom, haunted by the eternal midnight of Moros' Loom— I mean, um... what was I saying?"
Panel 3
[Pilcrow, back in his humanoid crow form, floats into the air. His eyes stick out from the side of his head.]
Pilcrow: "No, really, it's like — "echoes of eternity, dread from the Voidmarrow, Omen's sorrow, the chilling spectre of the Silent Veil" — wait, that's not right..."
The Asterism: "Or perhaps, Pilcrow, you’re just peckish? Prophetic phrases proliferate when you’re famished, or so it seems."
Panel 4
[Pilcrow reverts to normal.]
Pilcrow (embarrassed): "So... taco night?"