#nocturnalcathedral

A corrupted god, searching for light Godfrey I thought I had fallen the moment I no longer wanted Him. God. I remember the last time I called His name, asking for a sign—if He existed at all. And He answered.

یک خیابان پهن و وسیع و میدانی در وسط آن و یک تابوت فلزی بزرگ بر چمن های نیمه زرد و تنک آن. نوارهای سیاهی که از بین شاخ و برگ درختان عبور داده اند و حضاری که همه سیاه پوش هستند. بله، مراسم عزاداری. این

Dear lost souls, My play, Song of Blood Upon the Crown, the first chapter of the Nocturnal Cathedral universe, was born as if torn from my heart. I invite you to listen to this song and let it seep into

The NFT version of this post: A roleplay between me and Dominic Morn From Godfrey, addressed to Dominic Morn I am in Noctira. This time, you have come with me — and perhaps that is why everything seems