### As you pick up the object, a flood of sensations fills your mind. *Ancient stone. Fresh essence. Hunger. Fierce beauty. Unbreakable will.* Mother of Nayos. A chalice, claw-wrapped. With time, it brims. She is all. Divine, her voice. The future, a vision. Forever she sips. In their minds, divinity speaks. Dedicated, the many. Selfless in devotion. In offering. In sacrifice. Chalice passed, aroma heady. No more is time. Indomitable, we few. Many, we few. Undying, we few. Undying in death.