FIELD REPORT: Session 27 // ---

There’s a kind of silence that follows real loss.
Not a cinematic moment... just stillness. A character dies, a player says the one thing they can’t take back. The table laughs, then quiets.

Something hangs in the air.

We don’t talk about those moments. But they’re the ones that stay.

The pact you regret. The song no one else remembers.
The grave no one visited- except you.

These shirts aren’t trying to be clever. They’re not for show.
They’re for the players who get it.

Echo confirmed. The cycle never ends. The blood remembers. The pact remains.
-Rex