Two Eyes Cenote necromantic dancing

the dog priest follows.

the gods test you.

bast can see him in the dark. Bast can taste his fear. it is goatish and unbecoming.

you must accept.

a turn. another. black to grey to the seeming pulse of bloodspill light. moonlight fills a room without a ceiling, turning a thousand studded red stones to the color of old wounds. 

what do you see?