Pact of the Outcast skull gathered where it’s passed —

gathered where it’s passed — pieces the world couldn’t quite keep intact

They turn it over once

Recovered already split

It’s lace with a wink

she grew among silver moons and golden comets

Pact of the Outcast skull gathered where it’s passed —In the shadowed corners of forgotten libraries and hidden chambers, there are prayers recited not in reverence, but in defiance. The wearer of this piece calls forth secrets older than time itself hidden truths whispered only to those who dare to listen. Once, a heretic, no longer bound by the dogma of their upbringing, stumbled upon ancient texts long thought lost. In the deep of night, away from prying eyes, they whispered the forbidden verses