For generations, we thrived peacefully...
...in a land called Tirnanoc.
We are fauns, trows, centaurs...
...and the stewards of riches and secrets...
...your people will never know.
We are Fae...
...and this was our land...
...until the empires of man brought us the chaos of war.
And then, from the chasm of hopelessness...
they brought me him.
And just as quickly...
...they took him from me.
As Tirnanoc fell...
...I fled.
My name is Vignette Stonemoss, and I am Fae.
But this is not my land.
This is the Burgue, where we rear their children...
...toil ourselves to the bones in their factories...
...scour away their messes.
We feed their insatiable appetites.
They call us Critch and Pix.
They don't care if we live or die.
They can blame us for their problems...
...strip us of our rights...
...lock us up if they like...
...but our land is gone.
Carnival Row is our home now...
...where darkness lurks.
And I...
...am the light.