There is a strange sort of tension in the minds of those all throughout the continent. Animancers and Cogimens can sense most distinctly something is going peculiar,
with their minds seeming never quite able to quiet down and it being difficult to sleep, as if the world is noisy. Blessed feel a dull tightening tension in their minds and
are prone to becoming distracted, as if their gaze is always wanting to be elsewhere.
Children and those of artistic inclination are taken by sudden fits of inspiration which possess symbolic themes of cages, and a single figure with far too many wings.