“When the shrikes scream and the gorgons flee,
When the sun inverts and the sky folds back,
When black-bright purple, crimson mist abounds,
When all around, scarred and silent voices overhead look down,
Bound together, float and sing;
Let them fight! Let them fight!”

-The Lady Night and the Twice Crowned Crow, from the writings of Sain Ein Laindred