In all my years, in all my time upon the Sapient soil, I have never existed in a time more pivotal than this. In a time full of frontiers. It is a time of sensible, measured purrchase, and mewltitudinous bureaucatic wafflings. Sadly, the most beautiful of arts has been lost, the most virile and self propogating flower, forgotten to history, her pollen not tainting the air.

Allow me to spend a little time, and a lucky sovereign, to remind us all of the beauty of the oft stolen or inherited blossom. The heat of hubris, and the most coveted of Divine art.

Arson.

Conflagrate brightly,
Denira "The Cat" Cardinalis

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 23rd of Ivolnos, in the year 7 AC.