T-ractured C┐od ├|ead

Welcome to the shrine of a small broken god.

They're here with you now, though not physically. They keep pieces of themself here, to keep them safe. You may look and take freely if you wish.

• There is a pile of papers in a corner with some things you can't quite see from here written on them
• All over the walls are markings of all kinds
• On a small shelf in front of a statue of who you presume was once this small god, are a series of pristine effigies
• Through a doorway, a dull glow rythmically swells and fades over the course of minutes