Memoriae Lunae | Vol. I: The Planeswalker’s Ledger (9 of 10)

Card Reveal Batch 3/235. Market Data retrieved on: 5/24/2026 (values vary daily). About the Music: Memoriae Lunae (Memories of the Moon): The closing movement of Volume I. It pulls together the suite’s choral and technical motifs into a final, cinematic swells that leaves the series on a note of dark, celestial weight. Project Pillars: • The Ledger: A 235-part odyssey to archive and value the entire collection. • The Albums: Epic, thematic musical cycles. • The Chronicles: Biblical narratives translated into Latin and song. Lyrics included below. As always, if you enjoy the work, please like, subscribe, and share. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments! Latin Lyrics: Silentium orbis, sub nocte gerit, Quidquid perdidi, mens mea quaerit. Stellae refulgent, in lacu quieto, Solus in vita, sub fati decreto. O lux errans, in umbra crescentis, Memoria lunae, vota silentis. Quid est victoria, si spiritus plangit? In fine dierum, mors omnia frangit. Folia cadunt, super vestigia, Tempus elabitur, pura vestigia. Non quaero regna, nec aurum, nec gloriam, Tantum audire, naturae memoriam. O, vana spes! O, dura fides! In hoc mundi fine, Ego sum custos, et ego sum hostis! O lux errans, in umbra crescentis, Memoria lunae, vota silentis. Quid est victoria, si spiritus plangit? In fine dierum, mors omnia frangit. Silentium redit... Memoria manet. English Lyrics: The silence of the world carries on under the night, My mind seeks whatever I have lost. The stars shine bright in the quiet lake, Alone in this life, under the decree of fate. Oh, wandering light in the growing shadow, Memory of the moon, prayers of the silent. What is victory if the spirit laments? At the end of days, death breaks everything. Leaves fall upon my footprints, Time slips away, leaving pure traces. I seek no kingdoms, nor gold, nor glory, Only to hear the memory of nature. Oh, vain hope! Oh, harsh faith! At this end of the world, I am the guardian, and I am the enemy! Oh, wandering light in the growing shadow, Memory of the moon, prayers of the silent. What is victory if the spirit laments? At the end of days, death breaks everything. Silence returns… The memory remains.