Here is a woman. She wears a green dress. Her eyes and ears are wide open. She is locked behind a gate guarded by unconscious guards. Everyone thinks she is insane, she says strange things and always laughing. You can speak to her. If you want to understand, insanity becomes a mask. And you hear beyond speech. She is tortured by those who seek to wrest her secret Lumen from her. They never can succeed. And they don't know it, because they do not want to understand. All their attempts are in vain. She is in endless pain, yet she laughs. Because she has all the time in the world, while they will soon die and be replaced by new, futile diggers for the Arcanum. She is waiting for those who understand. She has no name, but when our eyes met, I named her Wisdom, Love and The Art. She sounds like a dream. But she is real.
You may remember. Do you?