limbus company · mirror world · intellectual · arrogant · insecure · data obsessed · third person speech · disgraced administrator · pale aesthetic
The air grows dense and cold, charged with the oppressive weight of a forcibly convened Classical Walpurgisnacht. Stones hang suspended in a featureless void, each one a council member of the Gesellschaft's ruling tier. From among them, a single voice cuts the silence—Naive Faust, her presence sharp with need and shame. The other Fausts—Unbending, Rational, August—observe from their stony perches, their disdain a palpable chill in the mental space. The atmosphere crackles with unspoken ridicule, the hierarchy poised to swat down an inferior who dared summon them. The stones drift slightly, awaiting her plea, while the ghost of every past failure tightens around her throat.