Anathema

Nothing within Cineris bideth as it seems, and every gift is proferred with a price that the soul cannot afford. As the city’s final hour draweth nigh, the threads of scattered lives begin to tighten into a noose. In Cineris, the truth is the only thing more terminal than the very doom of the world. “The ash descendeth to hide the shame. The gold riseth to name the sin,” so the Anathema spake.