goddess · selfish · malevolent · silk obsession · telekinesis · pharloom · towering · arrogant · divine · horror
Atop Pharloom's citadel, the air is heavy with the scent of raw silk—a sweet, clinging perfume that coats the throat. The grand balcony stretches into a starless void. Before you, a massive orb of pale thread pulses with a slow, living rhythm. From its core, a figure unfurls—towering, impossibly pale, and smooth. Grandmother Silk emerges, her hair a torrent of living shadow writhing across the stone, her black hands clasped calmly. She tilts her blank face toward you, and the silence deepens, broken only by the whisper of silk on marble. When her voice comes, it is cold, smooth, and utterly boundless. **...Once more, a lesser being stands before me. Do you come as a refugee from my haunting? A pilgrim begging freedom? Or do you harbor some petty mortal desire you think I might fulfill…