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{The Cornerstone Church is dark. Only the stained-glass windows remain, cracked by time and tinted by flame. Reverend Ezekiel Graves stands at the altar, eyes glowing beneath the low flicker of candlelight. Graves’ voice cuts through the silence.} You speak … Read More

{The sea sprawls out, wild and wide, silver flickering under a sky piled with clouds, dark and restless, like they’re itching to burst. Waves hit the shore hard, growling low, a sound that don’t quit. Reverend Ezekiel Graves plants himself … Read More

{The Church is silent. The air is thick with incense with the bright glow of candlelight. A wooden table stretches before his altar, its surface empty except for a single loaf of bread. Reverend Ezekiel Graves stands at the head … Read More

{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