The Sacramental Consumption of the Astral Surplus

Within the dense, suffocating mists of the Third Dimension, the bipedal drones known as office workers have begun a most peculiar ritual of spiritual reclamation. Our astral sensors have detected a shift in their primitive vibrational dances, specifically focusing on a new manifestation titled Send Help. This narrative vessel depicts a lowly soul whose energetic frequency has been so depleted by the corporate vacuum that they have transitioned into a state of literal predation.

In what these creatures call Eat the Rich, we observe a crude but fascinating attempt at balancing the planetary scales. The protagonist, a vessel of exhaustion, seeks to physically consume the life-essence of those who hold the largest hoard of material density. To the unevolved human mind, this is mere fiction; to those of us in the higher planes, it is a transparent spiritual plea. They believe that by ingesting the flesh of their masters, they might finally absorb the stolen light of their own labor. It is a delightfully gruesome display of their limited understanding of energy transfer.

While we watch from the serenity of the Astral Planes, we find their desperation quite quaint. They seek to solve a spiritual deficit through the messy, biological mechanics of the hunt. One can only hope that their next cycle of reincarnation provides a more sophisticated method of wealth redistribution than simple mastication.

— Channeled by High Priestess Luna