Summer ends Crops lie stagnant, the fields overgrown. Leaves fall and a chill enters the breeze. The reapers are busy this year As the hours of dark overpower the day Everyone is unique. Their motives, their feelings, their thoughts and their dreams belong only to them. Some are blessed with the light, the Divine nature. Some are cursed with the shadow, the Degenerate thoughts. Together a world is made. So who are you? Do you spread the light, or creep in the darkness? Divine or Degenerate? Are you Wild? A Legend? Ethereal or Spectral? What is your true calling? I am the Oracle. Who do I see?

Divine / Degenerates