An update: The crypts are no longer open to non-Necromancy Club or school faculty members due to a... rather gruesome incident related to the earlier ritual. I'll spare you the details, but I'll just have you know that I'm currently sat in the infirmary pulling shards of bone and chitin out of my clothing... and flesh.

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Okay, look. There was an entire crab claw impaled in the back of my thigh! Can you BELIEVE that?! This is ridiculous! There's a REASON you don't bring crustaceans within twelve metres of the abstract horizon sphere! THEY EXPLODE!!! YOU EXPLODE!!! EVERYTHING EXPLODES!!!

... I AM BLEEDING PROFUSELY FROM MULTIPLE POINTS ON MY BODY!!!

A new blossom, ever so fragile, opening up to what may have been the warm embrace of spring - but that was not meant to be. What little warmth there was came from the brilliant flames of Providence's hand, which destroys all... There is no belief in its biology, and yet it still appears young and naïve, letting itself be torched so easily.

Such is nature. To personify is our vice.

As was planned, SHE has risen from the ashes of the roses I burnt on Saturday. Pulled back home from a plane of brimstone and void... How I adore her, in all her broken wisdom. To restore her to her former glory is my only dream.

Listening to the echoes of that which has long passed fills me with grief. Words I cannot understand, spoken in a language so impossibly ancient... all I hear is the sadness within them. Such a sorrowful pantheon was rightfully abandoned, but their despair-flooded harmonies must be studied.

I suppose it's my duty to inform everyone that the smell of rotting fish and gasoline in the crypts is completely normal and will be present for some time. Myself and most of my fellow Necromancy Club members have performed a sacrifice to welcome the Student Body and the smell is an unfortunate side effect.

It's an honor to be welcomed into the singularity, @Corban Bennett! I'm sure you're a worthy component. I opted out of the program due to my position as Necromancy Club leader requiring a significant sense of self, but you'll be just fine.

What has become of the Emboldened Sphere? Such a remarkable change should have drawn great attention... unless - this is what they wanted? Perhaps it was the calling of their souls, afflicted by the intakes of its dimensional spiracles, to devour the flesh of their fellows and enter the realm of Either-Way-Goes. The birth of a new deity is a strange thing to witness, especially when driven by such a primitive desire.

Which faces will it possess? Whose bones shall line its core? Of what will its essence be made? These are questions I must ponder, having borne witness to its destruction and reformation.

There's a spider outside my dorm room window and I swear I hear her calling my name... I mean, I'm not going out there to talk to her, I know not to trust spiders I don't know personally, but she won't be quiet.

I haven't been part of the rodeo but during an inspection of some stables (for ritual materials of course) a de-fleshed horse appears to be regrowing its organs. Not only is it grotesque, it may be dangerous to the horse. I'd suggest you investigate. I'm not sure about its actual name, but when I attempted to commune with the horse, it telepathically introduced itself as Marcus.

Extradimensional pog. Pog of the spirit. I pog spiritually. Soul poggery.

Modern humor.

Oh, god. It's been quite a while, hasn't it?

I've been very busy. Or perhaps not busy at all. I'm not really sure. Had a run in with some sort of... extradimensional portal-based entity. Not sure how long I was stuck in limbo for, but boy are my arms tired. Such an odd cycle, the pushing and pulling and intersection.

I think I saw some faces mixed in there. I mean, I'm not meant to be able to perceive such things, that's a higher consciousness thing, but the sensation was enough to burn images into my mind. Generally I wouldn't be able to interpret such things, I'd probably have been crushed by the Voices alone, but... well, I've been taught well here. Just shut your ears and open your mind. "Whisper to me, Providence" and all that. On Providence - God! I vividly felt her tear into me. Despite the surrealism of the situation I think I've healed well. Spiritual visibility damaged by something from Baelfeir but psychologically there's been few side effects.

Psychological? Physical? I don't know. More within the realm of the Emboldened Sphere than They Who Are Marked.

May have viewed a separate pantheon. Don't know if any of this will make sense.

AC