I. Serendipitous Incarceration
She rests in the arms of a moonless sky. Held captive 
as an unsuspecting child. The doors slam shut to form 
her sepulcher, unanswered pleas to replenish her lungs 
drain her further. Passersby maintain their title, 
their eyes blind to her asphyxiation. Bruises form upon 
her tender flesh from hurling herself at her captors to 
no avail. Pacified by the steel's resistance, she 
continues in vain. The immobility taunts her, 
preemptively proclaiming victory. She exhales a banner 
of surrender, and succumbs to her makeshift 
tomb...until she is saved by --
II. Vengeance And Its Shortcomings
Running from the pursuer who once professed his 
devotion. A new hostility is manifested in his 
expression. A time-lapse tryst of star-crossed 
heathens. The clouds have never seen their crescent 
gleam so brightly. He brings the blade down onto her 
lovely face, once graced by his kisses. Her body is 
ground to a pulp in his cogs. Disfigured and 
despondent, she leaves her carcass to find the candle 
to be pinched, and no tunnel to be seen...until she is 
saved by --
III. The Inception: Pupil Of The Dead
She pries open the Little One's casket, revealing a 
nauseating scene. A child's body baptized in bile, 
biting her tongue for the taste. Her rancid palate is 
rife with the stench of death. Simultaneous injustice 
at the hands of a simple twist of Thanatos. All shall 
be rectified, as they become one new entity. Call forth 
the Five Circles to initiate the new beginning. Rise, 
little one, as Parhelion Incarnate. The canvas smiled, 
its artist unaware of this new duality, and the 
tumultuous years to come as a Pupil of the Dead.
IV. Schism In Corpus
The Little One denies her savior, and helplessly 
watches as her identity fades to be usurped by her 
demon, her provider. Let the world quiver with terror, 
for she now bears the mark of the bisected cornea. 
Holding the spirit of another within the Edenesque 
cradle of her youthful memory, she ascends from carrion 
to Chimera. As the years unfold, the expectorations 
into the eyes of her Mentor start to collect and 
coagulate. A gift of renewal and salvation taken for 
granted and looked upon as a curse.
V. Betwixt Engram
The Furies descend to try the one who mourns her second 
chance. She must emancipate herself from the tyranny of 
her Pupil. The spirit lies aborted from its own body, 
to follow the path of the Five Circles, starting anew. 
Fear she who is suspended between rust and verdure, 
growth and decay. Sixteen years spent striving to 
return to her origin...the path is complete. The Mentor 
has vivisected and overcome Thanatos; her irises 
announce her new name. Fanfares now fire in her glory. 
She rests in the arms of her moonlit sky, lying 
peacefully betwixt engram.