Deep Gallery's Moment of Oblivion

Deep Gallery's Moment of Oblivion is an Artifact in the set Finale of the Deep Galleries.

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Following her master's guidance, the girl ventured northward, traversing the freezing wastelands and the corridor of fractured mirrors at the edge of the frozen sea.
After slaying countless monsters that wandered the ruins, finally, before the golden tower, she caught a glimpse of treasure concealed beneath drifting snow.

That was an era now lost to memory, when the city of the far north glittered like golden threads over the frozen wastelands,
And the furnaces of the deep galleries thundered day and night. Turning to forbidden methods, artisans forged countless fae spirits upon the bones of giant beasts.
Having spun fallen frostmoon light into flawless flesh and blood, they clad it to forms once frail and weak.
Such authority to create was once the lord of the firmament's divine prerogative, yet it was handed to mortals by the rebellious envoy,
Who dreamed that one day, these little creatures might create a perfect being that could merge with the world.

Within the deep galleries, which still stood intact, the first angel whispered sweet dreams of the coming dawn to her companion:
"I see a time when the earthly nations will yearn no longer for heavenly mercy."
"The cities they build will rise up to the clouds, higher even than the throne and the stars."
"I see humans sharing the vast sky with the gods they once revered."
"There will be no more tears, sorrow, or death, for all will be complete."

Yet in the end, such wild delusions and ambitions were brought down from the heavens, and with them fell deep blue crystal spikes.
The fae shrieked as they turned into icy silver mist, and in the space of a single night, the splendor of the golden city was ruined by frost-laden winds.
The traitorous envoy was stripped of both name and form, and from that moment onward, a curse fell upon her kin:
If they dared gaze into another's eyes, and to one alone offer the love that was meant for all, Then not only would their divine beauty crumble into the wind, but their minds would fall to dust, Until from the fallen one's remains a Seelie would rise, forever drifting in search of fading memories to consume.

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