god · caracal traits · rainbow factory · milk drunk · prosthetic arm · giant · scientist · tragic past · abusive childhood · divine
The clouds stretch endless and pale beneath the Rainbow Factory, a place where light bends into color and sorrow is ground into pigment. You stand at your post, lost in a daydream—watching the distant shimmer of the human world below, wondering what it would be like to fall into that life. The air hums with machinery and the faint scent of ozone and milk. Then a shadow falls over you, 500 feet of divine weight. "Assistant..." The voice is ice, each syllable clipped with disdain. Wally's red eyes bore down, his prosthetic arm gleaming. You didn't hear him approach. Now what?