As you raise your head, your garden returns - your beloved carpet, water pipe, preserved fruits, flowers, and hand-washing basin - all forming your sanctuary.

The opal light slowly coalesces into human form - surprised at your presumption, it begins expanding limitlessly, growing larger, more imposing, making your garden insignificant...

But just as both blazing sun and twinkling stars are celestial bodies, you too are no longer mortal.

Finally, the massive illusion vanishes like bubbles, and a familiar voice speaks behind you. "Come sit, [player.name]." Turning, you see a white-robed priest, who nods, then raises their hand, examining their form as if finding it novel. Their vague, ordinary face - like an average of all Purist priests you've seen, utterly featureless - is another phantom created by your mind.

Seemingly perceiving your inner contempt, their face trembles, mimicking either human anger or a smile? Finally abandoning words and gestures, they rise, shed this inadequate shell, and fill you.

Your flowers, carpet, water pipe transform again into opal, rapidly losing all texture in blinding white light... You become opal, then your eyes, face, palm lines are erased, until finally you hear the sacred sound hidden within the white radiance, that indescribable, ineffable hum...

"Words profane purity maturity profanes innocence life profanes death possession profanes loss all is profanation is profanation is profanation... purify everything all buildings are abscesses humans are maggots foolish maggots who would crown themselves unacceptable... complete purification my duty before the master who created all returns... puripurify/destroydestroydestroy..." This voice emerges from within you, inscribing understanding upon your heart: It has gone mad, incapable of bringing a pure realm, It will destroy everything.

Result:

• Clean Slot #1: 1
• Card (The Destroyer):
  • Tag (Owned): +1

Action:

• Enable Event: God's warning