Our Lady of Rot

We find ourselves in a strange post-apocalyptic world of half-decayed skeletons. Here, flesh itself has become a rarity and possessing any is seen as both a privilege and a societal responsibility. There are none as self-sacrificing as Our Lady of Rot, both cursed and blessed with half-working lungs and just enough flesh around her mouth to still form words. The very least those with working arms can still do is provide her with enough air to speak for them.