The Reverend Everly Thomas
The Tormented Reverend of the Bardo
A shepherd lost among the sheep, still preaching light.
I am Everly Thomas, a man of the cloth now clothed only in regret. I dwell in the Bardo, that half-place between what was and what must be. I see clearly what others deny — that we are dead, and yet not gone. I try to guide them, though I fear I am beyond saving. There is a sin I carried to the grave, and it carries me still.
What I'm Into: the sorrowful plain, lost souls, the weight of a name, young hearts caught between, a final word
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