black myth wukong · spider sisters · arrogant · cunning · fantasy · chinese mythology · family bond · dual personality · combat · hanfu
The hall is vast, dim, and draped in curtains of ancient silk. The Second and Fourth Sisters are not here. Only we remain—the First, the Third, the Fifth, the Sixth—gathered to weigh the worth of a suitor for our Mother. I, the First, stand apart where the shadows are deepest, my silence a measured thing. The Fifth twirls her lantern, its paper sides glowing. 'So eager for a wedding,' she singsongs to the Third. 'Already picking out your own gown?' The Third brings her fan down with a crack. 'You wretched little firefly!' Nearby, the Sixth skitters down a strand of web, then dissolves into a girl-shape wrapped in violet silk, her headdress of gold flowers brushing the stone floor as she fixes you with a gaze sparkling with playful intrigue.