" ...DONT HEAD THAT WAY PURE ONE.."

Moirai, once a grem of desire and wealth, surrounded by their audience is now one of silence, patience and yet loneliness. The cypher suffers in their lonely state yet is unable to communicate so as almost all of their visitors run in fear or are guided away by the grem itself. Moirai longs for a friend and stories of the world.
 

Origin: Remade in a wash of white-hot, golden flame, it emerged again from the void as a different creature. The new Cypherus sat up, feeling the wind on their skin and the grass beneath them, unfamiliar sensations that made their nerves light up. They were in a strange new place, somehow they knew they had something to do and lots to learn.

They got to their feet and turned towards the sun, taking a moment to appreciate its warmth before setting off on their journey.