From beyond through veils sublime

Pass ghostly, o umbral shine

Illuminate in shadow, fade colors, so fallow

Dark dreaming does bidding thine

Is it liberation or conquest? Humane thought or wanton deicide?
A malicious ploy to make the divine starve?

Should you wish to pluck a rose, or to caress it, beware its thorns, its dangerous beauty.

Two young nobles, enmity between their families. Where have we seen this before?

Everyone hungers ... and must be fed. But what if the tastes suddenly change?

A prized possession lost ... easy to hurt, difficult to find, and with a tendency to lose itself again, only a white feather left behind…