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"skia" unisex t-shirt
"skia" unisex t-shirt
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The city of Morathia, veiled by its high walls and shrouded in ancient customs, thrived under a pact made in whispered history. Each year, as autumn's breath turned sharp, the Elders gathered to offer a sacrifice to the shadow that hungered beyond their gates. They did not worship it, but they feared it—an entity older than the cobblestones that lined their streets, a demon known as Skia.
Skia was a whisper, a chill, a shadow cast by nothing, and if Morathia's offering was found lacking, it would descend upon them, its hunger ravenous and unyielding.
For generations, the sacrifice sufficed—a token of respect, a ward against darkness. This year, however, dissent had taken root in Morathia. A faction, led by the young and fiery-eyed Councillor Varen, argued against the tribute. “We bow to shadows and dust!” he proclaimed. “No more will we cower!”
So, that year, as leaves turned to flame and the sky dressed in twilight's gown, no sacrifice was made. The Elders warned, pleaded, but Varen's words had ignited a dangerous pride in the people.
The first sign of Skia’s displeasure was the cold—a biting, unnatural chill that seeped through the stones and into their bones. Then came the darkness at noon, an eclipse without a moon, as if the very sky retreated in fear.
Skia descended.
It began as a murmur, a ripple across the surface of reality, before the darkness peeled away from the corners of the world and took form. It moved like smoke over water, creeping along alleys, slithering up walls, filling the air with the stench of decay.
The first to disappear were those alone—the old woman by her hearth, the beggar in his nook. Gone, as if swallowed by the very shadows they had called home. Panic took hold, but pride had rendered the city's throat voiceless, their defenses impotent.
Skia's form was a void against the night, an abyss into which all light was lost. It did not roar; it did not bellow. Its silence was the void of the grave, and with every soul it claimed, the darkness grew more profound.
Varen, in the throes of his own fear, rallied the city's sorcerers to conjure protective wards, but magic only flickered and died in the face of the ancient demon.
Then, as all seemed lost, Varen's own daughter stepped forward. “A sacrifice,” she whispered, a single tear forging a path down her cheek. “A life for lives.” And before he could stop her, she offered herself to the darkness, a willing tribute to sate Skia’s endless hunger.
The demon paused, its form coalescing around her like a shroud. Then, as sudden as it had begun, the eclipse lifted, and warmth returned to Morathia. Skia retreated, the girl's sacrifice accepted.
Yet, in its wake, no joy found root. The city was left hollow, haunted by the shadows that lingered in the corners of their eyes. They had forgotten the weight of the darkness they bartered with, and in their arrogance, they had paid with their most precious soul. Varen, now broken, reinstated the sacrifices, knowing too well that pride's cost was too dear, and that Skia would always be waiting, hungering, just beyond the light.
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Made from 100% organic ring-spun cotton, this unisex t-shirt is a total must-have. It's high-quality, super comfy, and best of all—eco-friendly.
• 100% organic ring-spun cotton
• Fabric weight: 5.3 oz./yd.² (180 g/m²)
• Single jersey
• Medium fit
• Set-in sleeves
• 1 × 1 rib at collar
• Wide double-needle topstitch on the sleeves and bottom hems
• Self-fabric neck tape (inside, back of the neck)
• Blank product sourced from Bangladesh
The sizes correspond to a smaller size in the US market, so US customers should order a size up.
This product is made especially for you as soon as you place an order, which is why it takes us a bit longer to deliver it to you. Making products on demand instead of in bulk helps reduce overproduction, so thank you for making thoughtful purchasing decisions!
Skia was a whisper, a chill, a shadow cast by nothing, and if Morathia's offering was found lacking, it would descend upon them, its hunger ravenous and unyielding.
For generations, the sacrifice sufficed—a token of respect, a ward against darkness. This year, however, dissent had taken root in Morathia. A faction, led by the young and fiery-eyed Councillor Varen, argued against the tribute. “We bow to shadows and dust!” he proclaimed. “No more will we cower!”
So, that year, as leaves turned to flame and the sky dressed in twilight's gown, no sacrifice was made. The Elders warned, pleaded, but Varen's words had ignited a dangerous pride in the people.
The first sign of Skia’s displeasure was the cold—a biting, unnatural chill that seeped through the stones and into their bones. Then came the darkness at noon, an eclipse without a moon, as if the very sky retreated in fear.
Skia descended.
It began as a murmur, a ripple across the surface of reality, before the darkness peeled away from the corners of the world and took form. It moved like smoke over water, creeping along alleys, slithering up walls, filling the air with the stench of decay.
The first to disappear were those alone—the old woman by her hearth, the beggar in his nook. Gone, as if swallowed by the very shadows they had called home. Panic took hold, but pride had rendered the city's throat voiceless, their defenses impotent.
Skia's form was a void against the night, an abyss into which all light was lost. It did not roar; it did not bellow. Its silence was the void of the grave, and with every soul it claimed, the darkness grew more profound.
Varen, in the throes of his own fear, rallied the city's sorcerers to conjure protective wards, but magic only flickered and died in the face of the ancient demon.
Then, as all seemed lost, Varen's own daughter stepped forward. “A sacrifice,” she whispered, a single tear forging a path down her cheek. “A life for lives.” And before he could stop her, she offered herself to the darkness, a willing tribute to sate Skia’s endless hunger.
The demon paused, its form coalescing around her like a shroud. Then, as sudden as it had begun, the eclipse lifted, and warmth returned to Morathia. Skia retreated, the girl's sacrifice accepted.
Yet, in its wake, no joy found root. The city was left hollow, haunted by the shadows that lingered in the corners of their eyes. They had forgotten the weight of the darkness they bartered with, and in their arrogance, they had paid with their most precious soul. Varen, now broken, reinstated the sacrifices, knowing too well that pride's cost was too dear, and that Skia would always be waiting, hungering, just beyond the light.
* * *
Made from 100% organic ring-spun cotton, this unisex t-shirt is a total must-have. It's high-quality, super comfy, and best of all—eco-friendly.
• 100% organic ring-spun cotton
• Fabric weight: 5.3 oz./yd.² (180 g/m²)
• Single jersey
• Medium fit
• Set-in sleeves
• 1 × 1 rib at collar
• Wide double-needle topstitch on the sleeves and bottom hems
• Self-fabric neck tape (inside, back of the neck)
• Blank product sourced from Bangladesh
The sizes correspond to a smaller size in the US market, so US customers should order a size up.
This product is made especially for you as soon as you place an order, which is why it takes us a bit longer to deliver it to you. Making products on demand instead of in bulk helps reduce overproduction, so thank you for making thoughtful purchasing decisions!
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