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The moon, sorcerous, an unspoken episode of wildness basking in the illumination of the unconscious, danger its only identity. Fantasy has no patient record in the sanatorium of derangement, but the tidal force is an irresistible reminder of how unpredictability is the only treatment for delusion. What stupidly does not pale in the face of conviction or, worse, the gaze of sanity? Thus, proclaims the mad, whose spells they are calling – Lunacy.