Moth

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shad...

Rubrum Arcane

You cannot control the mind. For it is too all-knowing. It will see through your lies and your secrets. Instead, corrupt the heart. For it is as blind as the mind is knowing; As naive as the scent of spring. Inveigh the heart, and it will never see what was coming. Until it is far too late.