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{The cathedral looms broken—its glass a mosaic of ruin, the altar a shattered relic of forgotten grace. A lone torch glows beside Reverend Ezekiel Graves, its light tracing the hard lines of his face—still, resolute, a judge in shadow. He … Read More

{The scene opens inside a ruined chapel, its pews broken, its walls cracked. The air is thick with dust, illuminated by the faint glow of candlelight. Reverend Ezekiel Graves stands at the altar, his presence commanding. His Disciples kneel before … Read More

{The scene opens in an abandoned chapel. The wooden pews are cracked, the altar covered in dust. A single flickering candle casts long shadows across the stone floor. Reverend Ezekiel Graves stands at the pulpit, his hands resting on the … Read More

{Reverend Ezekiel Graves sits before a blank canvas, a brush dipped in deep crimson resting between his fingers. He does not look at the camera immediately his gaze lingers on the untouched surface, as if weighing its worth before the … Read More

{The cathedral is silent, save for the slow, rhythmic creak of the heavy wooden doors closing. Candles flicker, casting shadows across stained glass windows, distorting the faces of saints and sinners alike. Reverend Ezekiel Graves stands at the pulpit, his … Read More

{The scene opens in a quiet, Reverend Ezekiel Graves stands among the stillness, his breath forming faint clouds in the cold air. Behind Graves, a small fire crackles, its warmth barely reaching through the chill. His hands are clasped together, … Read More

{The scene opens in a crumbling workshop deep within Arcadia. Bolts of fabric lie discarded on the ground, their vibrant colors dulled by ash and soot. Reverend Ezekiel Graves stands in the center, illuminated by the faint glow of a … Read More

{The camera opens on Reverend Ezekiel Graves, standing in the ruins of a burned-out chapel. Smoke still lingers in the air. He kneels at the altar, ashes staining his fingertips as he brushes them across the stone. His Disciples linger … Read More

“A shadow does not choose its path, it follows. A fleeting, hollow reflection cast by something greater. It grows long in the absence of light, pretends to conquer, but never creates. You are that shadow, Malakai Midnight. Nothing more than … Read More

[The scene opens with the slow creak of an iron gate swinging open. Mist swirls through a graveyard under a starless sky. Reverend Ezekiel Graves steps forward, his boots crunching against the gravel path. The air is thick, silent save … Read More