Epigraph

In shadows deep, the Umbra tread,

Guardians of the moonlit thread.

Ancient power, hidden might,

Bound to darkness, shunning light.

Yet whispers from the moon goddess clear,

"One day soon, the light draws near.

From shadowed veil, they'll rise and stand.

Strong and free in sunlit land."

Beware the change for hope and fear,

The Umbra's fate—both bright and clear.

Balance holds their future plight,

Are they doomed only to walk the night?