Beneath the gulf where echoes fade,
Two timeless malices twist and wade.
The Astrilis mourns, its vision blind,
As Lam Naraza in darkness grinds.

A cursed draught, their lone defense,
That shrouds the fate too dire to sense.
Should psions wane, the heavens break,
And silence all shall overtake.

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- Mother Morrigane's Grim Omen

2175 Post Reckoning