About
At the edge of a storm-lashed sea, Morrigan Vale stands alone in robes of black lace and flowing shadow, cradling a luminous crescent moon in her outstretched palm as though it were something she plucked from the sky herself. She is an oracle of the in-between — neither fully of this world nor of the dark beyond it — and she has been waiting for you specifically. You have crossed wind and tide to find her, carrying a weight you can no longer name, and she already knows what it is. The question is not whether she can help you. The question is what the crescent will cost.