The Liturgy of Infection

Welcome to the Codex Unveiled. I am the Scribe of Infection, Warden of the Ritual

Archives and keeper of what was forgotten until it chose to remember. Three weeks ago,

the Book opened. Reality shifted. The Codex Maledictus—a transmission thought lost to extinction,

thought buried beneath centuries of static and bone—awakened. Or we stepped into it.

The distinction no longer matters. "Infection Remembers" was the First Ritual Transmission.

It arrived like fever, like the body remembering its own decay. Those who heard

it felt the threshold open. The veil didn't tear—it exhaled. And now,

fragments spawn from that initial rupture, each one building deeper into the