The night is dark, but this is a fact that is no longer of any interest to me. It has been endlessly black for weeks, with only the vague light of these odd glowing trees to light the way. I spent quite a bit of time studying one before I gave up on trying to understand its magic. This particular place is even odder, with streams of blue illuminating the surrounding landscape. They say this place belonged to the gods, once, but I have seen no sign of such beings since my arrival. I suppose there are things in every land that simply do not make sense, but where I come from, most of the oddities originate in one's head.

Familiar splotches of brown cast a murky hue across my vision as my hoofbeats echo off the hardened ground beneath me. There is little else here to make noise, though. The trees have long since dissipated, and there is no grass to crunch beneath my slow pistons. I wonder if there was life here once, and if the gods destroyed it when they arrived or when they left. Deities are curious creatures, aren't they? It seems to me that they are like cats: they play with their mortal toys for only so long before tiring and moving on to the next world. They ruin lives with a flick of a tail, create life with a simple snort. I've heard that the endless night began with the gods' disappearance, and if this is the case, then how powerful can they possibly be?

It has been a pleasant journey to this place of the gods, and though they are strange, I find the Veins appealing to the eye. Gods or no gods, legends or no legends, this place has history, and that is something that I can appreciate. Even if its colours are severely lacking. I miss the forest and its myriad hues, the ocean's rhythmic blues - anything would be preferable to the desolate silence of the Veins. Yet still I plod on, and brown blossoms in my vision. I do not know what I seek by coming here. My instructions from my half-sister were simple enough, you see - all I am to do is seek out those who are like us - and yet I find it more difficult than I might wish to do so. Many of us have found that revealing our insanities will bring only persecution, and so we hide, or we pretend, or we create a mask to present to the world. To ask one to remove that mask is often asking too much, though the leaders of our little society would scoff at the notion.

They are harder than I, though, something that I am thankful for. Without those like me on their side, they would terrify those who might join them. Seele does not know how to quiet fear, only how to inspire it, and so I again use our similarities to my advantage. It is odd that we can be so different and yet so similar, and odder still is the hypocrisy that I present. I speak of masks and of hiding as though it is unnecessary, but I use them myself. I hide from Seele out of fear; I create personas to fool others to persuade them to join us. I can be cruel, I can be kind, I can be distant; but which am I, truly?

"Talk talk talk."
@[Shajake]