They say three bells once hung in a forgotten chapel at the edge of a forest. The first rang for birth. The second rang for death. The third was never meant to ring at all.
When it did, the sound wasn’t heard; it was felt. Bones shivered. Shadows lengthened. Names vanished from memory. No one remembers who pulled the rope, or why, but the bell still echoes in dreams.
This garment carries that echo stitched into its seams. To wear it is to keep the sound close, though the ringing never stops once you begin.
Items Required (while wearing the shirt):
A string tied in three knots.
A small piece of rusted metal.
Silence, held for thirteen breaths.
The Toll of Three: “First bell, I am seen. Second bell, I am known. Third bell… I am gone.”
Those who follow the rite say the first bell draws eyes toward you, the second bell bends fate in your favor. But when the third bell tolls, something comes to collect the debt, and the sound is never heard by you alone.
This shirt is double-sided, though Only the wearer knows what it reveals.