thepaintedrealm. The Moth Prophet leaps from the temple ruins, wings beating violently as it ascends toward the cracked, blood-red moon above. Below, its devoted followers claw at their own skin, shedding human flesh to reveal their true, insectoid forms beneath. Their distorted, chitin-covered limbs tremble as they chant in a forgotten tongue. With one final, thunderous beat of its massive wings, the Prophet bursts into a thousand glowing spores—a final gift to those who would become its next incarnation