Cultist Simulator achievements

Now we are scholars of the heart.

Our flesh may tire. We may grow old. But I will not regret.

One by one we douse the flames.

Our home is littered with his notes.

We are happy, I think.

He thanks me afterwards.

We find, we think, a way.

Our heartbeats quicken together.

I may give him his reward.

I carry the colours of lost Hours with me like a coal of rosy fire.

I am drunk with her.

I was consumed, but another I rose higher