The Opening of The Eye Ceremony

The Matron (Voice of Authority) — The one who recalls the act of sealing.

The Chorus of Daughters (Many Voices/Stars) — The echo of those who flow in rhythm with the Moon.

The Eye (The Moon) — Voiced by the High Priestess.

Matron: When the Veil was first torn, its wound was of sky and flesh. The heavens opened, and the Divine Mother's Dream bled into waking.

Chorus of Daughters: We felt the rupture before we saw it. Our bodies sang the pain of the crimson song. We bled how She bled.

Matron: Thus began the Cycle of Mourning/Morning, the hymn that counts the ages by our wounds. From sorrow came the measure of time.

Chorus of Daughters: Each pulse a remembrance. Each drop a vow renewed. Her pain is Our pain. Our flesh of Her blood. Her tears—Our tears.

Matron: To mend the wound, the Divine Mother moved the Moon into place, pressing its pale body against the rent. The wound closed around it, forming the Eye.

Eye: I am watcher and keeper. Healer and Seer. The lid that seals the light and the wound it may enter.

Chorus of Daughters: We look up and call you holy. You look down and see the hollow within us. O keeper of the Voices, carry the ones we ferry away.

Eye: They are kept. Their echoes sung endlessly by the stars.

Matron: So was the Eye crowned, the All-Seeing, the Watcher that never sleeps. Its weeping formed the drop that falls forever—the ember of blood that beckons the Daughters' tide.

Chorus of Daughters: When it shines, we howl. When it wanes, we rest. When it hides, we remember. For its shadow is our shade.

Eye: Sleep, my Daughters. Time wades in your pulse. When your hearts heal, the world will open its eyes.