Michele Feltman Strider on Nostr: The priest nods and leads you deeper into the crypt. A musky scent grows thick. Odd ...

The priest nods and leads you deeper into the crypt. A musky scent grows thick. Odd sounds echo from the dark.

You pass through a heavy gate into the bright sanctuary. Dozens of ferrets ricochet off every surface.

"The Devotees," he explains, "are dedicated to the creation and preservation of Chaos. We believe excessive order stifles spirit. They bring balance."

You snap away like mad, which fits the vibe.

"They require an offering," he continues, "of worship, service, or penitence."