This morning I was silently awoken by a few members of the cult. They were about to engage in a small and lesser known ritual and thought its practice to be of interest to me. The ritual is all about caressing and self-restraint. Sadly not that visible in the picture are the small pins with which they carefully and tenderly scratch each other's skins. Tracing and carving without bleeding. Rarely did I witness such loving destruction. How far removed is this from a Frostygirl's indifferent frenzy or the Aquaposies' vain self-esteem. I can already sense the difficulties I'll have explaining it all once I get back home in the BXL.SPHERE. Whenever I do, it'll be too soon.