Vivianne/Introduction

Everyone is entitled to their own sorrow, for the heart has no metrics or form of measure. And all of it... irreplaceable.

"If Light were Dark,

And Dark were Light...

The moon a black hole

In the blaze of Night..

A Raven's wing, as bright as tin..

Then you, my love, would be darker than sin.."

Pandora's Box - The Invocation