The Diluted Counterfeits are the thin, safe versions of The Eight Angels that the disenchanted age accepts in place of the real faculties. The Herd catalogs them as a diagnosis of Compulsive Disenchantment: Beauty reduced to smooth perfection and curated taste; Mystery to trivia and awe-as-content; Eros to sexual health as hobby; Compassion to niceness; Courage to self-management; Truth to information. Where an angel enchants, its counterfeit soothes; the counterfeits are why the angels sleep.