When I play with my cat, who knows whether she isn't amusing heself with me more than I am with her?
~Michel de Montaigne, Essays
What did happen to that pale beauty Vala? Her disappearance was of a mysterious origin, wasn't it? Yet, once in a great while, she was seen by someone. Wasn't she?
Her art and interest in the mysterious and magik took her down a path of vision and alluringly dark secrets. In her travels, she came upon a mystic and exotic race of beings.