Entry 10: Artifact Defiler - ‘Till the Clock Stops Ticking
In Xenkai the houses hold three things in common.
First is the carpet. Thick linens dyed in deep hues of red and amber sigils line the floors they stand on, long enduring the fancies of families far forgotten. Faint blotches of ink bearing the only testament to their age, adding to the weight of their presence in the common Songhai household.
Second are the tables. Long and squat, the tables cater to peoples deep invested in things of recreation. Be it steaming plates of silver or swift little blocks, each day brings different joys to be embellished in the folds. No piece is made uniquely until the way the time unfolds.
And third, but not least, come the shrines of each household. Each made different, each the same. Each month brings a flower, each month brings decay. To the sticks that burn so brightly, the sticks that few can sway, come a time of monthly cleansing, of ash that burned away.
To be a part of those called Songhai, to be a people of red dismay, you must answer the call to burden; the call that none can stay. For to keep the present and future, you must honor the ones past that came. The past enshrouded in haze.
For to keep a house of Songhai, you must face the ancient array. Against the sodden pact of nature, against the evils of legends unmade, against the fears of darkness.
Against the defiler of objects you have made.