Strange Petals on Game Day

Welcome to the Ritual : where forever intertwines with the fervor of sport, a whispered love unfurling beneath velvet night.

Gather now, lovers of fire, beneath the canopy of forgotten stars. The game is dance, the dance is love, and in union, we learn. Your initiation begins with a single breath—a surrender to longing, a step into the sacred circle.

The ancient rites, etched in quiet truth, echo amidst the golden flicker of your heart's desires. Wrap yourself in the cloak of the midnight flowers, petals woven with the ashes of yesteryear's victories.

The heart ballads resound, as your spirit, bold and raw, meets the arena of joyous conquest. You are at once the player and the observer, and the world fades into a melody of simplicity and grace.

As the last chant recedes into the ether, a single flower falls—a sign of your ascension into the realm of the worthy.

To Hidden Justice Chants of Cherry