The Rosewater Heresy

For generations, my family has served our village, guiding them with visions granted by sacred rosewater. We perform the Shearing, a holy agony that brings us closer to the Devouring Truth. I have always believed. But tonight, my sister slit our father's throat and called our gospel a lie, our visions a curse of inherited madness. Now the villagers, crazed by our teachings, are pounding on the door, and my sister offers a choice: break the cycle or be consumed by the 'truth' we created.