Stardust to Stardust
From
Masks of Luci
Ξ25
Sam Spratt’s collection of 613 Masks of Luci. Part of Luci’s story beginning with LUCI: Chapter 6 - Masquerade
Attendee Type
Masked Guest
Category
Canopic
Created
2025-02-21 18:12:49.548 -0600
Observation
God? There is no God.
Only the remnants of our fallen tribes remain.
We carve our grief into hickory,
hide our skulls in the grain.
He left when the fire came—
just as we asked.
Monastrell grapes until we drown the shame,
dancing under a warm light.
First, they fell.
Then we burned the rest.
Now we dance with the Myrtle Tree
until our time arrives.
Let us be reborn, forgiven—
or let the council fall.
Our only hope
is to survive
...
or look for the star that remains.
Rank
Rank_
Response 1
There is no exit,
only the hush beneath the Myrtle Tree.
We, the heretics,
brought down the king—
his skull lost to the dust,
his name fading in the wind.
So we rejoice,
not with libations,
but with sweet Xinomavro grapes,
heavy on our tongues.
Response 2