read in times new
roman, dark mode.⠀⠀⠀⠀ you were brutally cut down in that garden, the cold bite of steel piercing your chest, wielded by the one person you cherished the most. gored, your face unrecognizable, you lay there, your filthy blood splattered across the rare corpse flowers that bloomed once every nine years. the garden, in an act of pity, restored you despite the gruesome scene.
it rid you of your human imperfections, granting you a pair of tall, strong wings, alongside sturdy horns protruding from the sides of your head. you became its vessel—its every want and desire flowing into you—and it became your very life force. in exchange for these gifts, you played as its puppet, doing its bidding, becoming its sole protector.
however, this second chance at life came with a heavy toll; you no longer had free will, unable to stray from your duty. trapped like a bird in a cage, your heart aches for freedom or an end to your bittersweet existence.
org. character constructed by kane,
admin / muse is an adult. established november of 2022, revisited april 2024.