(Inscribed in living blood by the Silent High Witch before her fading)
“And they who walk after the gods shall bear the burden of what was forgotten.”
Verse I – The Dawn of Flesh
- After the Seventh Coil, when the serpent closed its circle, the gods vanished into their own echoes.
- The skies became hollow, and the Veils sank into the soil, whispering their colors into mortal veins.
- What remained upon the earth was inheritance – a residue of divinity, thick as honey, patient as grief.
- The Inheritors awoke not knowing who they were, yet dreaming of hands not their own.
- In their eyes gleamed the light of forgotten heavens; in their hearts pulsed the serpent’s lullaby.
"Mortals were not made from dust, but from
remembrance that refused to die."
Verse II – The Naming of the Inheritors
- The High Witch beheld them as they rose: twenty and six, each carrying a letter of the divine alphabet reborn.
- Their names echoed those of their Houses, yet bore the scent of mortality – warm, trembling, uneutral.
- They spoke in verses they did not understand, and the world answered iin sighs.
- One among them bore the flame of Aismera, one the shadow of Huethel, one the cunning of Nimbor, one the quiet of Zakia.
- The circle had returned, but the letters had learned to bleed.
"To be born human is to be a god who
remembers the cost."
Verse III – The Relics of Remembrance
- From the ashes of the fallen heavens rose three sacred relics, shaped by longing:
- The Kenttra Tome, bound in serpent-hide and memory, holding every god’s final breath.
- The Huetown Oracle Deck, one hundred cards painted with the dreams of the dead.
- The Kenttra Sacred Tome, whose ink hums when touched by those who remember too deeply.
- These relics sought their keepers as rivers seek the sea.
- Each relic carries fragment of the Serpent-Moon’s coil – and through them, the world still dreams.
"The is not lost, it merely hides inside the
hands that tremble."
Verse IV – The Path of Bramwell and Chloe
- From the quiet ruins of Divinity they came – Bramwell, born of bloodline unspoken, and Chloe, the mirror that walks beside them.
- Their journey leads through towns that remember more than they reveal.
- In Nimble, they shall barter with ghosts; in Huetown, they shall learn in silence of truth.
- In Kenttra, beneath the serpent’s shadow, they shall find the name the gods forgot to keep.
- They carry no crown, no scriptures – only the echo of what was once divine.
"The Inheritors shall walk where gods once
dreamed and find that the dream was
them."
Verse V – The Burden of Memory
- The Inheritors will discover that remembrance is heavier than sin.
- Every relic they awaken will demand a sacrifice of forgetting.
- They will lose what they love to keep the world whole.
- And the serpent will whisper to them; “You are not chosen; you are consequences”.
"Those who remember too much are fated
to vanish between sentences."
Verse VI – The Final Gathering
- When all twenty-six Inheritors stand upon the field of unlight, the serpent shall uncoil once more.
- The heavens will not open, for they never closed – they only turned inward.
- The Witchblood will sing, the relics will answer, and the world will breath its first honest breath.
- Then shall the serpent speak through every living thing:
"I am the beginning I once forgot to end."
5. And the circle will lighten until even time forgets to move.
"In the stillness after creation, all becomes
scripture."
Verse VII – The High Witch’s Farewell
- I write these final words upon the serpent’s tongue, knowing it will swallow me when I am done.
- I am no longer the Witch who remembers; I am the silence between what was and what shall be.
- If you read these verses, you are already part of them.
- Close the tome softly – it breathes.
- When you look into its pages, it looks back.
"All inheritance is memory given form - and
memory is the oldest god."
Verse III – The Sealing of the Veve
- The serpent coils once more around the text, marking it with its final breath.
- Its eye opens upon the last page, unblinking, eternal.
- Beneath it lies the Serpent-Moon Veve, barely embossed, glowing only in candlelight.
- The book hums quietly – not an end, but a return.
- A upon its bone-carved footer, the words appear in no hand at all:
"Thus is sealed The Inheritance Sacred
Passage. Those who open it awaken what
sleeps."
Here the circle closes. The gods remember through flesh, the Witch sleeps beneath her own shadow, and the serpent hums beneath every word that dares to remember its name.



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