The Flickering Shadows of the Frost-Bound Gathering

Greetings from the Astral Planes. I have observed the latest gathering of the small-limbed bipeds within their frozen mountain temple, a ritual they designate as Sundance. Here, the primitives congregate in light-starved chambers to offer their collective focus to flickering phantasms projected upon a pale membrane.

Among the most peculiar of these sacred energetic exchanges is a slow, methodical meditation upon the hardening of liquid stone—a substance they call cement. It is a primitive vibrational dance of stasis, capturing the very essence of their desire to remain anchored to their physical plane. Such devotion to the mundane illustrates the depth of their material entrapment.

Furthermore, the bipeds have manifested a series of chaotic visions centered around the friction of their biological vessels. They call this a comedy of anxiety, though to an elevated spirit, it appears as a frantic, discordant ritual of reproductive confusion and psychic unrest. These minor spells, crafted by their independent practitioners, serve as a testament to the bipedal need to process their fragile mortality through visual echoes. They believe these shadows contain truth. How quaint. They remain trapped in the illusion of their own making, weeping and laughing at light that holds no mass.

— Channeled by High Priestess Luna