Interlude: The Priest
A figure, purified, cleansed
A new version of itself
A reflection of transformation, of confrontation
Something beyond human
It holds the mirror before you
It was the one who sent the riders
Not out of cruelty
But out of necessity
It forces you to look
It forces you to feel
It inflicts pain upon you
It confronts you
Not to break you apart
But to crack you open
Exposure therapy
Because he knows you
Every shadow, every lie, every truth
Yet, you do not recognize him
Not yet
(Catharsis)