It begins in a candlelit back room, humming with waxy heat and the promise of a forbidden box. Here, Frank Cotton acquires the Lament Configuration, his hands trembling as tiny bells seem to answer his touch. Later, in a dusty attic, this puzzle box becomes an altar. Spilled blood calls sinew to bone in a stop-motion rebirth that looks wet, weighty, and hideously real. This is the foundation of...
