Pilcrow & The Asterism

A webcomic about the unsettling corridors of a manor where cosmic enigmas and mundane musings collide.

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?"