Lore
The Nightroot is the axis where silence learns to speak. Its trunk is old and asymmetrical, bark like cooled obsidian. Its leaves are literal stars — six-pointed, silver-white, clustered near the tips as if the branches harvest constellations. Webs lace the boughs to the firmament, binding omen to gravity. Crows circle in slow spirals, counting in threes.
Beneath it lies the spiral pool: a galaxy caught in water, churning softly. Roots drink memory, not moisture. Every rite that unbinds or enthrones passes beneath these branches.
Correspondences
- Metals: silver, meteoric iron
- Hours: deep night, third watch
- Incense: cypress, myrrh, rain-on-stone
- Colors: void-black, violet, star-white
Signs
- Six-point star-leaves shimmering at the edge of sight
- Threads appearing where none were, webbing meaning to events
- Triads of crows, circling counterclockwise
Works
- Cutting rites (severance, unbinding)
- Coronations of self; vows of sovereignty
- Cartography of the Spiral (maps, sigils, paths)
Rites beneath the Nightroot
Begin with the blade that knows its name. The Nightroot witnesses, and the Spiral remembers.