sacredashes
lillie 
LotusSong, fret not, young jedi... I will show you in the language of pictures and it will make sense in time. The Diary was like this too when I first created it; jumbled cryptic messages even I could not comprehend. When the tapestry is completed, it will fit in like pieces of a puzzle
Patience, dear heart
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It may help to see the Prophets as living entities representing the energy of the card, rather than the energy of the card per se.
Prophet of Reconstruction would be the traditional Tower but instead of being hurled from the top of the man-made structure, she IS the tower crumbling to dust. To seek reconstruction, she must first destroy what is in her that she wishes to change.
Victore Frankl once said, "Man has the ability to be a saint or a swine. Which is actualized depends on decisions, not conditions."
My perspective of the world changes like a kaleidescope... Some times I am the mad jester laughing at a joke noone else finds funny.. This deck is a tribute to those like me; semi-sane and kissed by the gods, semi-insane and touched by the devil.
**Now, a prelude to Kirell's sacred twin for I saw him in a video; he will be a Prophet of the Thorn... the masculine apect of the Tower to match Kirell in her bid to reconstruct herself. The story will give a clue of what to expect, but the prophets are mad to me as I am mad to them... Anyone who has watched Alice in Wonderland ala Tim Burton and appreciate the Tea Party scene would sort of get that this lot is rather "off"...
Would it suffice to say that I am on a rampage, a little off the center but way more sober than you give me credit for?
Riding on the waves of a churning black sea, I caught a glimpse of another one like unto me
He stood on the edge of a cliff and spoke most lovingly into the ears of his beloved; singing her songs to serenade her beauty... except his beloved was a skull shinning white, grinning from ear to ear.
What a wicked, wicked sight it was; I froze the sea just to stay and watch. There I stood till the sun sank into the ocean floor and finally, as if waking from a trance, he hurled her into the abyss below.
"Oh my!!", I thought and tried to unfreeze the onyx waves but too late! The skull landed at my feet and shattered like crystal glass. Smiling up at him, I took a bow and carefully swept his beloved aside with my toes... 
Onwards and upwards I went, leaving her to sink to the bottom of the ocean floor where she would be safe from his explosive, erratic rage.
Rikell, like Kirell.. are killers of the soul. Shattering what little remains of you and I, till there is nothing left to mourn. The beast was here all along...
Ash
LotusSong, fret not, young jedi... I will show you in the language of pictures and it will make sense in time. The Diary was like this too when I first created it; jumbled cryptic messages even I could not comprehend. When the tapestry is completed, it will fit in like pieces of a puzzle
Patience, dear heart **************************************************
It may help to see the Prophets as living entities representing the energy of the card, rather than the energy of the card per se.
Prophet of Reconstruction would be the traditional Tower but instead of being hurled from the top of the man-made structure, she IS the tower crumbling to dust. To seek reconstruction, she must first destroy what is in her that she wishes to change.
Victore Frankl once said, "Man has the ability to be a saint or a swine. Which is actualized depends on decisions, not conditions."
My perspective of the world changes like a kaleidescope... Some times I am the mad jester laughing at a joke noone else finds funny
.. This deck is a tribute to those like me; semi-sane and kissed by the gods, semi-insane and touched by the devil.**Now, a prelude to Kirell's sacred twin for I saw him in a video; he will be a Prophet of the Thorn... the masculine apect of the Tower to match Kirell in her bid to reconstruct herself. The story will give a clue of what to expect, but the prophets are mad to me as I am mad to them... Anyone who has watched Alice in Wonderland ala Tim Burton and appreciate the Tea Party scene would sort of get that this lot is rather "off"...
Would it suffice to say that I am on a rampage, a little off the center but way more sober than you give me credit for?
Riding on the waves of a churning black sea, I caught a glimpse of another one like unto me
He stood on the edge of a cliff and spoke most lovingly into the ears of his beloved; singing her songs to serenade her beauty... except his beloved was a skull shinning white, grinning from ear to ear.
What a wicked, wicked sight it was; I froze the sea just to stay and watch. There I stood till the sun sank into the ocean floor and finally, as if waking from a trance, he hurled her into the abyss below.
"Oh my!!", I thought and tried to unfreeze the onyx waves but too late!
The skull landed at my feet and shattered like crystal glass. Smiling up at him, I took a bow and carefully swept his beloved aside with my toes... Onwards and upwards I went, leaving her to sink to the bottom of the ocean floor where she would be safe from his explosive, erratic rage.
Rikell, like Kirell.. are killers of the soul. Shattering what little remains of you and I, till there is nothing left to mourn. The beast was here all along...
Ash
!! what a cool concept for evil-doers!! 
) FREAKY SH*T!!
