Oculus Dexter:
Warm breeze rustles as the sun glows
Vision of calm perfection
Waves gently crash in tumutuous harmony
Standing atop the mountain to see the valley
Sky is blue and quiet
This is what is true

Oculus Sinister:
No wind blows as the sun beats down
Vision of pure agony
Waves violently toss bloody, broken hulls into the rocks
Running up the mountain covered in blood-sucking flies
Sky is red and screaming
This is what is true




Penned by my hand on the 18th of Aeguary, in the year 650 AF.