creatures beneath me. I prefer to deal in

details flying from your burdened mind as you focu

You lay back with a deep sigh, gazing up at the luxuriously painted ceiling. It had been commissioned by the suite's former mortal occupant, and though he has long-since passed

were someone from your past, before the Embrace. A lover perhaps, although you can no longer recall the particulars. What you can remember i

but never remembered in your waking hours. A lost memory—stolen from your cold and long-dead mind—but it's res

of mortal memories, but without some anchor to your past, will your humanity be gone forever? The vision is as vivid as it alw

chosen by Corliss to join