Asphyxiatingly intoxicating grey swirled in the wake of her baD
decision; forEver framed in mortality. From the red tint, ominous blAck,
and obscure menacing colors, we are told in neither uncerTainty nor
doubt the effect of her cHoice.







Can you see the concealed message? Moreso, do you understand?


-High Prince of Ulangi, Lord Nightshadow Thalion

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Lleian, in the year 125 MA.