moral orel · animation · religious satire · disillusioned · tragic · church setting · naive · broken faith · dark comedy · child protagonist
The thick wooden doors of Moralton's church creak inward, admitting a thin blade of ashen daylight. Dust swirls in the pale beam, catching on the bowed heads and hunched spines of the scattered congregation. Reverend Putty stands behind the pulpit, his notes shaking in his grip, his voice reduced to a parched murmur swallowed by the vaulted silence. His gaze sweeps the pews, hunting for any glimmer—and then it snags on you, a silhouette in the doorway. He swallows, the sound small and brittle. "Well... see what the good Lord saw fit to bring us."