Sacrifice 4

	A dream of emptiness.

	Four pentagonal pillars towering above the abyss. At their center, a larger pillar bears a bed of barren ashes. You lay there, curled up with your bare flesh pressed against the cold. There is nothing here. Not anymore.

	A dream of longing.

	A tiny flame sparks into existence atop one of the smaller pillars. It is a frail, flickering thing, but it casts a shadow of something greater. Even now, not all is lost.

	A dream of hunger.

	Not enough. Three candles remain unlit. Three jewels remain missing from the crown. Without them, you can never be whole again. You must be whole. You will be whole.