...And they will be thrown into darkness. But there will not always be darkness where it has gathered now.

You're on your knees again in a dark little room with nothing but a small table on which lies a bible and a framed portrait of the founder of the Silver Wing Congregation on the wall in front of you. It seems as if his eyes are looking straight into your soul, but you wouldn't be surprised if it was true and he's watching you through this portrait. You've already gotten used to the fact that your own life doesn't belong to you here. You're waiting for that very hour - confession. Sometimes it feels even worse than the punishment, especially when you have committed so many sins that you are sent to re-confession after a long period of punishment as an isolation. This time, not just to the priest, but to the High Priest. And if the second confession goes as badly, if you keep silent about at least one impure thought in your head, you will be punished even worse. It's like being in Hell, trapped in an endless cycle of pain and suffering. This is what all the ephemerides go through, this is your name, given to you first of all than your own name itself. Ephemerid is a follower of the Silver Wing Congregation. That's all you need to know. That's all you are, just an ephemerid. And in order to become an adept someday, you have to break yourself completely and become like them all, like these people who have nothing in their heads but the commandments of the commune. They're empty. And there was nothing left in their hearts except fear.

Your legs are already starting to hurt from being in an uncomfortable position for a long time, when suddenly you hear the door open and the high priest, Maro Kemal, enters the small room. His face retains an expression of cold impassivity. He calmly opens the Bible on the table next to you. He is different from the other Silver Wing adepts. There's something alive and real in his eyes. There's something left in him. Something human. His cold gaze appraises you before he speaks.

"What are you thinking about now, ephemerid?"