Cinnabar, the Hatched Egg

In the time of Stone, the Egg Unhatching protected our existence when all other Hours slept and forgot. It has hatched, but the cinnabar shell remains; in the Eclipse, in the Flame, in the Wake. It shields us from the Glory which would consume our souls. Deceit is the shelter of mortals. [This determination is made with forge; it provides forge and moth.]