Our Sun, Sol Invictus, Sol Omniscius, guides us. Our photomancers tell us that you perceive light and that the photons of our universe interfere with yours, allowing even your kind a few glimpses of the True Sun. Satisfied that you are sane, you translate the voice in your head from Latin. You glance up at a cracked hotel mirror, checking for signs of a psychotic break.
Its shadow ripples and flickers like a candle flame seen through water.Ĭould it be a true Baetylus, house of a god? Even at a glance, you know its value is ten times that of any other diamond discovered on Earth, but you look past it, to the walls of a dingy hotel room. The voice rises from the back of your skull as you hold the Baetylus diamond to the light.