At last. We will locate the heart, rip it clean still beating and run wild with the lifeblood of our enemies streaking like comet tails behind us. Surely it wasn't all for nothing.

PoeticsMaximum rank: +1
Grey MatterMaximum rank: +1

When consuming Suprema 100s, Sturdy Pony or Ouroboros Black:

1.33x Bonus to reducing Delirium

Dissonance active

When showing mercy to enemies

The unread half

Order

SkillThresholdNearest threshold

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 6

You've already solved two ciphers since you've returned, so they should be child's play.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 6

You've already solved HOLOCENE's cipher since you returned, so they should be child's play.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 6

You've already solved Tempo's cipher since you returned, so you've had a little practice, at least.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 6

Though you are yet to solve a single cipher since you've returned. You may be a little rusty.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 6

It's like you're entering the putrid lands of some dark fantasy.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 6

It's maybe a good time to have a cigarette.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 6

Try an intimate gesture. An apology of some sort, a sincere one.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 6

Karolina's curse.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 6

A successful poem submission might be the simplest way of doing it.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 6

In the infinitesimal newly-created space between finger and nail, horror is born.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 6

A successful poem submission might be the simplest way of getting through that door.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 6

For now, this will do. You've left a mark on this space.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

Their own enchanted word for the same unpronounceable feeling.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

Some write bad verse on this particular subject matter and call it cathartic.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

Must have been very unlucky indeed.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

Seems like an acknowledgement of some kind.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

Luzian stuff? La Luz is a techno-fascist state. Are they jackbooting on music now?

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

Light flickers with the singsong iridescence of open flame. Candles.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

A name like a cat sneeze.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

He does not elaborate.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

Ignore the jealous teen. This collab is already in the works.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

In a way, hitting a low like that is its own kind of achievement.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 7

There's that word again...

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Half a horoscope.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

A small seed of him, sprouting.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Wait, don't leave her. Take her home with you.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Alright, hear this out: how about this poster for the wall next to your bed.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Yet another poster that would look awesome on the wall above your bed.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Hold on, you know what could use a little more Reality?

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

A shrine to possibility -- a shrine, perhaps, to right now.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

A glass chandelier on fraying rope.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Dangerous, mythical, electrifying... no wonder the kids are watching this.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

A fur coat even more desirable than the one you're wearing.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Notice that the broadcast is in Mircean -- not Luzian. Dubbed for a foreign audience.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

The show's art style is identical to the wolf cup you came across.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

You picture the words in bold on the cover of the world's least enthusiastic travel brochure.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

The last impression you register is the brush hairs scraping ineffectually over a layer of sad decrepitude that is not exactly filth.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

You can almost hear the emotional blast doors slamming shut.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Tomorrow, the dust will have spread again. Objects will erode, and total amount of dust in the world will have increased by an infinitesimal amount.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

'Nice Campaign' certainly sounds better than 'laboratory of urban decay'.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

He's staring at the sky like it's his first time seeing it.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

From this altitude, it looks like Portofiro has been caught in a web of dark yarn.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Tarsier shaped! A little curled-up tarsier!

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Perhaps the mountain will keep a little of your voice. For company.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

You at least deserve to be judged by someone with an eye that has been trained by years of experience.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

The cipher wavers like a mirage -- a madman's shopping list, equal parts banality and wonder.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

She is a cold moon in your eternal orbit. Trust the invisible geometry. It will hold.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

Sometimes there's an installment so bad that the entire franchise has to be wiped from the collective consciousness...

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

It's the vibration of the earth as a drill passes through your brain.

Poetics2 + 6 = 8 / ≥ 8

That's a lot of scepticism around 'reported' and 'disappeared'.