title: fertile soil

fandom: Cultist Simulator (video game)
[mods: feel free to use the generic video game tag]
rating: g
contents: no spoilers
words: 100

summary: The seeds of madness are dandelion clocks blown on the wind. (a backstory snippet for The Physician)


"By god, if I have to hear another idiot rave about light leaking into their rooms, I swear I'll go mad myself!" Dr. Ignatius guzzles the last of his beer and slams the tankard down hard enough to rattle the table.

The five of us, such fine doctors, huddled together in the dimmest corner of the bar. Irony is dead: see us flee the brightness of the Institute for the shadows our patients so desperately seek.

"Hark, what light through yonder window!" Dr. Mombus minces; the others snicker like jackals.

What light, indeed. Are not the eyes the windows of the soul?