Ancient Selûnite Journal
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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.]