Eight Arms and the Mask

 Where is there to begin? Here, unroll this scroll. This, where there is nothing at all, where nothing has touched the bare parchment after its preparation and adornment, this is ZAYTENERA . Zaytenera is the beginning, the White Moon, the representation of ignorance. There are no secrets here. Or so we think.  But now we move on. Here, the ink is red, paler than the Rufelza which hangs in the sky. This is VERITHURUSA , who has encountered the occult now, and bleeds heavy with the desire to share it, to spread her knowledge about, and demonstrate that there is nothing to fear in it, for she does not fear, and why should she? She is young and strong and there is nothing that will hurt her willingly.   But here we pass on, and the ink becomes blue, and it is a dark blue indeed, deep like a river. LESILLA dominates here, because we have discovered that the sharing of knowledge can bring pain. We have learned that it is not always the will which makes one bleed. Now we understand that ther