Far to the south of the capital, the city of Meridiana sat perched on the edge of the Sapphire Coast.
It was the Empire's playground. A city of white stone canals, floating gardens, and eternal summer. It was where the wealthy came to spend their gold on grand operas, masked balls, and seaside villas. It was a city of romance, laughter, and perfect, sun-drenched vacations.
It was also the home of the Second Cult.
Deep beneath the Grand Meridiana Opera House, in a chamber soundproofed by ancient magic so the screams wouldn't disturb the matinee, the air was thick with incense.
A hooded figure knelt in the center of a golden circle. They were rocking back and forth, their hands clawing at their own robes.
"She sees... She sees the threads... The ink is bleeding... The ink is bleeding!"
