Rejecter of prophecies. Though their arrival in Dragonhost has indelibly put the world on its foretold course of destruction, as spoken by the Source-All, Worm finds themself wading from experience to experience, half-drowning in every sensation and emotion in their chest. Their heralders look upon them with silent concern when they prattle about the Eggshell, the Antinodes, and the Heart, voice strained with agonized longing. Despite the whisperings from the Auphanim and the Augury, the Omens have withheld news of Worm's arrival at their behest, and politely look away when Worm plays at having a place at the Heart's court table.
And the truest thing isn't blue / If you ever meet your dark side And the raincoat's retiring / Even they need kinds of sun