To The Ritual

I’m recording them in secret, realizing this is not an ordinary ritual. The pool of blood at the center makes it clear this place has been used many times before. Old records say the area hasn’t appeared on any maps for years. Behind the red figures, a single figure dressed in black moves forward, watching and directing them — his identity appears in no archive, yet his name exists in whispers. I don’t know who they are, what they believe in, or what lies inside the temple. The only thing I know is that every recording made by those who came closer before always cuts off at the same point — and if I move any closer, this will no longer be just a recording.

Reports show that these rituals repeat at irregular intervals; the dates never match, but the location is always the same. One recurring detail stands out in the files: the black figure appears younger each time, while the group continues to grow. The only information about the inside of the temple is that the sounds coming from within belong to no known language. Because of this, the site is officially listed as abandoned — unofficially, it is known as a forbidden zone.