The bog is a place of contradictions: it distorts and transforms that which enters its depths, yet also preserves it. While the bodies remain largely intact, they emerge from the bogs somewhat distorted—their skins shriveled and tanned.
This is why, in spite of their distance, the thought of being connected again haunts them. At night, they still ache over the fact that they are not one.
Disfigurement, the act of impairing one’s appearance indefinitely, is arguably the most intimate form of torture.
When mad, one carefully constructs his or her existence in an effort to not merely feel close to their god, but to be one with their god.
A method of espionage tradecraft allowing for the optimally secure exchange of secrets and physical items between conspirators…