A year without saints.

TheCoven Wheel of the YearIt does not follow any divine calendar.
Nineteen festivals mark the cycle – each of these nights distorts a familiar ritual, desecrates a symbol, breaks a law.
What others celebrate as light, we transform into embers and shadows.
It is not a cycle of the year. It is a cycle of fire, blood, and silence.

WELCOME TO THE ERA OF BLOOD AND SILENCE.

ThefirstFestival in the Coven Year.
The night when holiness shatters and old vows are renewed.

Three shadows wander through smoke and ashes – not to bless, but to judge.
It is the beginning of the upheaval, the moment when the year holds its breath.

Every cult has its year.
But our calendar follows no light, no sun, no god.
TheCoven YearIt revolves around what others avoid – fire, blood, ash, enlightenment through corruption.
While others bless, purify, and celebrate, we decay.
We celebrate decay, revelation, the end that explains everything.

And so the year begins with theUnholy Epiphany– the reversal of the Three Wise Men.
Three kings, three shadows, three messengers who follow not a star, but the smoke of burned skies.
They bring not gifts, but demands.
No gold, no frankincense, no myrrh – but iron, pitch and blood.

This is not a celebration of arrival.
It is the first blow to the door of the new cycle.

Welcome to the Unholy Revelation.

On the night when the flames tore through the sky on the horizon, they appeared –
not on camels, but on bone horses whose hooves threw sparks.
They did not come to bless a child,
but to break an oath.

The first one wore a crown made of rusty iron thorns,
the second a cloak of burnt banners,
The third one wore a mask without eyes.
Their voices echoed like prayers in the abyss – empty, yet full of resonance.

They followed not a star, but the ashes.
and in the end found not a manger, but a grave.
There they spoke the sentence that opened the year:

"Whoever believes he is redeemed has simply forgotten what he is fleeing from."

Then they lowered their banners into the dust,
and waited until even the wind was silent.