He wasn’t exactly the most religious-type kid, since Mum herself wasn’t either. Sometimes, though, they would go to the local Church on Sundays. It was nice, Max thought, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t a little bit scared of the whole vibe of it. Not the dready typa scary, but a sort of chill vibe. He couldn’t point exactly what… it just felt like, the moment he’d put his feet inside the Church, the world would go silent. The air would become heavy, almost tactile.

And then people would hum the hymns, which just added another layer of eeriness… not to mention the images and symbolisms.

Beautiful, but eerie.

Nowadays, though, having seen all sort of weird thing during this adventure, he would probably just think it was kind of cool.

Mr. Rabbit joined him, observing the vitrals.

“Beautiful, aren’t they? Each one of them represents an Emanation.”

“Emanations?”

“An Emanation is a moment of Liminalia’s Creations. A Chapter of the Genesis.”

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