SarahTheScribe123

The Plot: Nova was in her routine hot vinyasa yoga class. Three times a week and pilates on Sunday unless there was clientele. Prior to her practice Nova was empty. Yoga sparked her inner fire. The siddiths spoke hidden truths and co-conspired her initiatory rites to the path… but not without a price. The sidiths or syd as she facetiously called him. Syd was a liminal hindu spirit made up of seven main personalities adorned with black and various shades of red crowns. Perched upon their thrones in a catacomb like royal court. Towers of flames shot in synchrony and the ground was made completely of sand. Within the catacomb floated a rose gold dust essence that thickened the atmosphere and vibrated with a gyrating energy. Each crown having a gray stone in place instead of a crown jewel. The jewel that you would normally see centered in the crown held gray boulders. The boulders along the path were encrypted with black ancient lettering; the mala’s. The mala’s unlocked the sidiths once the initiate entered trance and began to recite the sacred curse. The sidiths wagered each initiate to follow the path of restoring the crown jewel in the center of each crown one by one in two options. A dedication to the path for life or a timeframe.