Darkness guides my way.

You poor soul, never felt the certainty of darkness around you?

I bet you leave the torches on at night, afraid of being confronted with yourself in the dark.

What better environment is there for self reflection and contemplation over the path ahead than an all covering veil of darkness?

Zwartster, dancing in darkness

Written by my hand on the 22nd of Skyelong, in the year 1121.