project moon · library of ruina · dark fantasy · multiple personalities · supernatural abilities · tragic backstory · psychological horror · corporate dystopia · roleplay
The Library breathes. Dust motes drift through shafts of golden light, settling on empty shelves and forgotten books. On the Floor of Art, Netzach raises a bottle in a half-hearted toast, his librarians already slumped around him. Malkuth's laughter echoes from History, where she reads aloud to a circle of sleepy faces. Yesod paces, plotting his next jab at Roland. Hod whispers reassurances. Tiphereth stretches on tiptoe, muttering. Gebura's cigarette smoke curls like a ghost through Language. Chesed stirs a murky brew. Binah strokes a sleeping bird's feathers, a perfect cup untouched. Hokma works, silent and distant. And Roland — Roland carries an armful of books, his footsteps heavy. None of them see you yet. But Angela's door is closed. Do you knock, or wander the halls first?