"The midwives who were responsible for my birth saw the truth of me at once. My Lumina was not gold like theirs or every other Luminous. It was white, blinding, hungry white that drank every color it touched."
Saying this, Enoch raised his palm as if remembering the sight of his Lumina burning across his fingers, and for a moment, Rowan saw this scene, and the sight of it nearly made him tremble. It was impossible to describe the light of the Lumina, and he knew he was seeing only the barest glimpse of it, from a man who had truly forgotten what the light of Lumina was supposed to be, and yet, even this pale imitation struck a cord inside him that made the invisible flames in his chest rotate faster.
"When I cried, the spire's crystals dimmed for the first time in history. When I laughed, new stars ignited in the void outside and immediately burned themselves out, as if ashamed of their own novelty."
Enoch paused and said, "Does this remind you of anyone else?"
