Vessel | Sleep Token

A figure bows at the shrine of his God, Sleep. None of his features can be seen in the dim, candlelit space because of the robes he wears. His face is covered by an ornate mask and his skin is covered in a sort of charcoal paint. The occasional whisper is the only sound in the quiet space. The smell or incense hangs heavy in the air, giving off the scent of pine.

Vessel had prayed here for weeks, getting not even so much as a sigh in response from Sleep. He'd stopped eating, drinking, and even resting after a while, concerning everyone around him. No one knew what would happen or why Sleep had gone silent, but one thing was agreed on. It wasn't good. And Vessel wouldn't last long if this kept up.