Ancient Selûnite Journal
I can't sleep without the moon and stars. As a child, I prayed to them before I ever knew Selûne's name. Is that blasphemy? When I walk the battlements, the only light I see is the glow of their eyes. Out there, waiting. I know the High Initiate is making a plan. He'll get us out of this. We're making a stand. Moonmaiden fair, lend us your light, To guide us home in dark of night, To keep us on the path of right, Ever burning, ever- [The last line of the prayer succumbs to blurring, as if stained by something wet.]