Reflected in the irises of her amber eyes was the cruel cold moon that hung in the skies. Burdened by the unseen expectations of others, Endellion lives a life of unfettered passion, rivalling the gods of old with her stubbornness. Believing herself to be a cold imitation of kindness and mercy, the praise and benevolence she garners is nothing but dissonance to her ears. Her smile, gentle touch, her silence, is it truly all erroneous or her inability to accept her true self?