A woman in red wearing a gold crown, and gold ropes, leans down extending her hand to accept an apple from a hand coming out of the ground.

Vala is a shining goddess of death, decay, and righteous fury. Blake only ever saw her in shadow, but when I see her she is almost too bright to look at. She is life as much as she is death, and she is very much what we need right now. We need to bury the …

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