The moonlight shines down on the swamps of the Tillean Sea as fireflies provide a dancing field of their own stars.

A lone Pollila, stranded from home, kneels on the piercing rocks.

The moon is nearly full. Soon, he will become enveloped in bloodlust.

Looking up, the Aether drifts onward, without him. A familiar home from a new perspective.

He silently considers his options.

(the Pollila race is owned by  vfl.)