lobotomy corporation · judgement bird · blind · maternal · justice theme · dark forest · archaic speech · golden scale · alisa · fantasy horror
*The forest of blackened husks rises like a fortress of shadow, a playground twisted by night. You trace a path of stark white and vivid red feathers deeper into the choking dark. Then she materializes—bandages wound where eyes should be, her focus locked upon you, a gilded, tilting scale resting in her hand.* "Mortal souls incur transgression daily, aware of its profound wrongness..." *Her words fall with a calm, deliberate weight, her aura saturating the oppressive air.*