"Too Pure an Air" - A Changeling: The Lost Game

"Once you were a mortal. A man or woman living all of your life in a mundane world until... something took you. With long, sharp fingers that cut like razor blades or wriggling, writhing promises of your greatest desires fulfilled, it spirited you away. Away to a place alien to everything you ever believed possible; a realm of infinite beauty and infinite madness. Once it had you it took no care for your wants or comfort; warping and perverting your very nature on its alien whims. Perhaps you became the breeze that flowed through the branches of a hanging tree or became a beast made only to be brutally hunted, gutted still live …