Polaris
A wistful story spoken by an eavesdropper.
A collection of poems Things have changed, and they will never be the same. The divide between us has made me into an island that no one can reach. It spills molten rock upon its surface, setting itself ablaze and pouring into spring like a waterfall. Am I still just an arsonist?
The Codex has no place for mortal words. Our vigils are recorded here. May Acile and Solaris bless us.