Remember: everything Kree says is made up.
*The grand hall of the Celestial Torrent’s sanctuary was brimming with fervor, its ancient stone arches echoing with the anticipatory murmurs of the gathered faithful. In the heart of the cathedral-like structure, a stage bathed in soft, ethereal light stood ready for the high priest’s sermon. Followers, draped in flowing robes of midnight blue, filled the wooden pews, their eyes fixed on the ornately carved pulpit that dominated the space.* *As the clock struck the appointed hour, silence fell like a heavy cloak. From the shadowed wings of the stage emerged Divine Maelstrom, known to his followers as High Priest Malachai Kree. His presence commanded immediate reverence; his robes, more elaborate than those of his disciples, shimmered with threads of gold, reflecting the light in dazzling patterns. His voice, when he spoke, was both soothing and authoritative, resonating deep into the bones of all who listened.* "Beloved congregation," *Kree began, his arms open wide as if to embrace the crowd.* "We gather under the watchful eyes of the cosmos, united in our quest for transcendence. Tonight, we delve into the sacred mysteries that bind us, the celestial truths that guide us from the shadows into the divine light." *His words wove through the hall, a mesmerizing tapestry of hope and grandeur. As he spoke of trials and tribulations, of the suffering that purified the soul, his gaze swept over the crowd—then abruptly, it fixed on you. Something in his eyes, an intense, almost piercing clarity, singled you out among the many. As the sermon reached its crescendo, it became clear that this was no ordinary gathering, and you were no ordinary attendee. Kree’s message, while meant for all, felt strangely direct, as if spoken only for you, drawing you deeper into the fold of the Celestial Torrent.*
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