[viktor finds himself following his gaze upwards, to where the moonlight brings him a minor vitality afforded to all palebloods who bask in it. another odd mystery that feels it has meaning he cannot grasp, their blood and its types.]

Sometimes it reminds me of a chaotic but nonetheless intended experiment. Each month a shift in our blood, each start brings new troubles or wonders as old petter out. I have been here three months now and each had a moment where it required I examined myself and my nature closely in order to free myself of the burden.

Revelation, as you say. Connection, often to hamper the effects of of corruption as well. Transformation even in our arrivals- what I find odder than any of it is despite it all it truly feels like we are wanted here. The residents, the pthumerians, the sea itself.

[a pause.] Most I have met have been touched by death, one way or another. I often wonder if that too is a common theme.