Player 1

Does anything truly exist beyond our own mind? We see only what our mind allows, the picture through the foggy lens of fear and hope. I see the best of me, building the temple of a better world, lending a hand to those that still cling to solid ground for fear to Wander the unknown. I see the worst of me, the masks I wear, the moments where I'm raw and cruel and push others away. And all the while she holds me at the edge, I feel her hand in mine, and I see not what I am, but the best that I can be.

There is often a great deal of complexity involved in the process of transferring power. The Skull of Luci is arguably one of the most significant pieces of power which represents The Council. Shown simply here, the skull is passed down and is now ready for the next descendant of power. We are unable to identify the power that receives the skull, demonstrating a deeper meaning behind this lore. It is only a matter of time before the meaning of this symbolism is unveiled.

Player 3

Stories around the campfire aren’t read, they’re told. The ones we remember are not merely words voiced one after the other, but experiences the teller creates. They can’t be contained or bound by characters. So gather around, close your eyes, and journey with me to a realm beyond. Here is a piece of myself. Listen as I share with you all that MY eyes see: www.laurael.com/luci

The celebrants danced around the bonfire, their bare feet coated in mud. Anointing their faces with blood, bodies were stacked and tossed into the flames as offerings to Luci. Chanting ancient words as the crackling fire roared, its sparks drifting up to the night sky. Shadows flickered around their faces, cast by the roaring pyre. The crowd watched reverently, believing the ritual would summon Luci to dance forth another year of light and life for their people.