A gust of wind and dust, leaves that shake and rise, sounds of turmoil, laughters, sudden snow. The signs are wild and many but yet still recognizable. They come, unrelenting, wishing for the world to be absorbed, to be given a different purpose. To become part of the machine that shatters the sky. Instinct: To advance the clock

• Channel the forces of the tower
• Blur the sight with illusions
• The Invocations of the Outer Ones
• Decay the forces that make the world whole