Mapped from the void. This moth doesn't follow the light — it IS the light. Worn like a secret you inherited.

Heraldry for those who answer to no house. The crest you carry when you burned the last one down.

Circular royal wax seal featuring an ornate heraldic crest at center surrounded by intricate border filigree, the entire seal cracked and fragmenting with hairline fractures radiating outward from the crest, deep crimson wax rendered in rich illustrative style, bold engraving linework within crest, aged and distressed texture throughout, compact standalone icon composition, high contrast, solid black background