An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Enter the Void.

She basks. Sacrifices of the flesh surround. A Hecatomb.

Her prize, a chalice, filled beyond the brim, spilling over. Unbeknownst to her, it is without light, without even what is cold or deafening. Hollow is the soul.

This Observation is embedded in fear of interpretation derived from generations of morals and beliefs decided by those who came long before us. A ripple in the canvas. We stand, paralyzed by instinct. Consumed by the battle to acknowledge or ignore.