𝓜y 𝓓earest， 𝓐𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐑 . . . my beloved with 𝒲ax 𝒲ings, has the library been well? Every time I see the sun set and the stars have come out, it reminds me of you. . . I'll remember to memorize the library rules next time! Once the flame chase ends, let us meet at the edge of time—like always.
╰within the 𝓫ibliotheca ◞ you shall find ﹕ fragments in aphelion ( s/is )﹐adoration archived ( selfships )﹐index terms ( tags )
╰the epistates of the bibliotheca is affiliated with @d1strict99 ◞ @somnoir
╰melodies from me to you ﹕ ever after by mico ＆eaj ◞ the bird song by noah floersch ＆ em beihold
𝓜y 𝓑eloved， 𝓟𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐍 . . . the bibliotheca grows lonely without you, yet the world has not. I suppose that is a good thing, for the stories of the living still flow through the wind. I have many books I'd like to recommend. Truly, I miss you. I long for you. When the flames have finally died out, come find me at the edge of time.
“Dear patrons of the bibliotheca, it is an honor to welcome you to my humble library. Well, I ought to welcome you to Amphoreus rather than my humble library, outlanders from the stars.”
NAME: Epistates Altair | Altair
RARITY: 5 star
COMBAT PATH: Remembrance
COMBAT TYPE: Physical
FACTION: Amphoreus, Okhema
OTHER TITLES:
Epistates of the Bibliotheca
Daughter of the Theoros
Reflectionless Child
Fallen Star
Lady of Memories
PoThos97649
✶ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
— CHARACTER DETAILS
A girl emerges from the depths of those wires and lines, dripping inky black substance. Shards of broken glass at her feet, bleeding black, red, and gold.
The Epistates to the famed Bibliotheca of Amphoreus, Altair, you must carry on the memories of this world and immortalize them in the new dawn.
— “Let your existence never fade, remain immortal and eternal. So long as I live, you shall never fall into the depths of oblivion.”
— CHARACTER STORY: PART I.
MIRROR ASSIMILATION PROJECT #001
The Garden has sent a memokeeper to infiltrate the Amphoreus Project. Strangely, this specific memokeeper had the ability to bypass the firewall I had installed. It was odd that they had sent a memokeeper rather than a memosnatcher, but this one was particularly violent. How odd that this one was a keeper.
Their violent tendencies has resulted in quite the stir on δ-me13. It reacts to their violence. It can easily be deduced that FULI is not the only one who watches over this child. From her actions and habits, it seems she unknowingly walks the path of ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇. However, her actions have simultaneously destabilized and stabilized the scepter, providing agitation and a strange sense of soothing. It is akin to a child reaching for… an origin. A sire of sorts. How odd. I am it's creator and yet they have managed to convince δ-me13 that they are it's progenitor.
It is interesting and concerning.
I do wonder if it is possible for a “real” person to become part of the project. To become a simulation. Perhaps, THEY have taken an interest in this world of mine and have sent me a small gift. By all means, I must heartily make use of such a benevolent gift.
— LyKos
— CHARACTER STORY: PART II.
MIRROR ASSIMILATION PROJECT #003
They are a violent little thing. They resist at any turn and persist on resisting the assimilation. δ-me13 continues to resonate with them, pulling them into Amphoreus whilst they resist both the scepter and I. There is something wrong with the Lightcone it carries, as well as the quality of their dharmakāya being more fortified and durable compared to the others from the garden.
From the memories I have seen they go by Altair ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇, a child recruited by the garden after the tragedy of the Aeon War that led to the birth of the very Aeon I am attempting to get the attention of. They were born around the time of the first mechanical war, apparently having witnessed Rupet I’s rise. A child from the Laural Wreath Galaxy with a fractured mind that could not retain memories for more than 24 hours. Their day designed to always reset.
Now, it seems their purpose of becoming a pathstrider of the Remembrance was to solve that same problem. Perhaps that is why their dharmakāya is unnecessarily durable for a memokeeper—to keep their memories intact.
With their Lightcone extracted and their dharmakāya already fading, it has become easier to assimilate them into Amphoreus. It is especially convenient that δ-me13 has been actively attempted to drag them into Amphoreus.
It seems my experiment in implementing a “real” person into Amphoreus is a success. Now, all that is left is to make this new “electrical signal” a blank slate that can learn and thrive within the simulation.
Welcome to your new home, my reflectionless child.
— LyKos
— CHARACTER STORY: PART III.
She was dressed in white and crimson garments, a laurel placed upon her head, and bands clasped around her wrists and ankles. Almost akin to a doll, she tilted her head just as the finishing touches of her visage was finally perfected.
Honeyed figs are then placed upon the plate in front of her. Her “father” hands her a spoon before clasping his hands behind his back. His gaze is sharp, even though she could not see his eyes, she felt them still.
“Eat. You are “human” now. Humans need to eat.”
The figs tasted sweet, the honey too much.
One after the other she ate and ate and ate. Her “father” kept her fed, made sure she was fed. Each day, if was different for the three points of the day she must feast. Some days, the food did not match her palate. Some days, she could enjoy it. Some days, she could not stomach it. But she kept eating, accepting what is given to her.
Her “father” taught her how to “hate”. Thus she would learn how to tantrum. Thus she would see a meal she did not like and throw it away, demanding for something sweet, something tart.
“I want… that red fruit.”
“An apple?”
“No… apples can be… gold…”
“I need a better descriptor, little star.”
There was a fruit that she had seen the people eat. It had caught her eye, hearing the others call it sweet and tart. She wanted to it. Surely, it would taste… delicious. But how was she to describe that crimson fruit? It had seeds, it was red, it…
“I want the fruit that bleeds.”
…
Her fingers were thus always stained red. Her “father” kept her fed and knew what was her favorite.
It was not strange to find the Theoros purchasing pomegranates in the market. Afterall, her “father” must feed the monster to keep it sleeping.
— CHARACTER STORY: PART IV.
The mirror was broken. Shattered beyond repair. It could not be fixed.
She has tried to fix it, summon the power of Oronyx to mend it but alas, no prayer nor godly power could return the mirror to its perfection. It had worried her, thinking that Time's power was waning. She had asked the seer split into a thousand pieces to use her own prayers—but it had been futile. She had approached that beautiful weaver if she could mend it, but it only left them with cuts on their fingers.
That young man who was as warm as the sun had even tried to help with his own expertise. Alas, even he had bled from the shards of the mirror. Broken little things, so different from the texts she had gathered from all across the land.
“Maybe I can fix it… nothing in this world cannot be fixed!”
That priest of Time had visited her library one day. Having seen the broken Mirror on her desk, the girl had held her staff and changed prayers upon the mirror. For a moment, the shards moves, before stilling once more. Has Time's blessing faded away?
…
The reflectionless child stared at the broken mirror that held not her face. She turned to the Theoros, perplexed by the anomaly. No one could fix it, not even herself. But all the man did was chuckle at her bewilderment, taking the broken shards away from that curious and paranoid girl.
That child’s birth would happen soon. The Theoros looked upon the shards and saw his own reflection, unlike her. But the shards moves on their own, becoming puzzle pieces and creating one whole, perfection.
That girl's face stared back at him. Murderous. Venomous. Trapped and broken. The sharp edges were clearly done to injure him. This blasted mirror that destroyed itself to cut him.
“Ah, it seems you've finally woken up ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇. The child who calls you it's sire shall wake too.”
꒰ 🌑 ꒱ ─── god damn I finally finished this. There's going to be two of this since she's supposed to have an sp post Amphoreus. I think I laid the daddy issues really thick on this one HAHAHAHAHA. Will update this in the future, specifically once I commission an art piece of Epistates Altair. Most of my Altair related comms rn are post-Amphoreus Altair who joined the astral express. And yes, Altair and Lygus' connection is really intricate, along with their connection with IronTomb. I'll get into that later hehehehehe
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“Dear patrons of the bibliotheca, it is an honor to welcome you to my humble library. Well, I ought to welcome you to Amphoreus rather than my humble library, outlanders from the stars.”
NAME: Epistates Altair | Altair
RARITY: 5 star
COMBAT PATH: Remembrance
COMBAT TYPE: Physical
FACTION: Amphoreus, Okhema
OTHER TITLES:
Epistates of the Bibliotheca
Daughter of the Theoros
Reflectionless Child
Fallen Star
Lady of Memories
PoThos97649
✶ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
— CHARACTER DETAILS
A girl emerges from the depths of those wires and lines, dripping inky black substance. Shards of broken glass at her feet, bleeding black, red, and gold.
The Epistates to the famed Bibliotheca of Amphoreus, Altair, you must carry on the memories of this world and immortalize them in the new dawn.
— “Let your existence never fade, remain immortal and eternal. So long as I live, you shall never fall into the depths of oblivion.”
— CHARACTER STORY: PART I.
MIRROR ASSIMILATION PROJECT #001
The Garden has sent a memokeeper to infiltrate the Amphoreus Project. Strangely, this specific memokeeper had the ability to bypass the firewall I had installed. It was odd that they had sent a memokeeper rather than a memosnatcher, but this one was particularly violent. How odd that this one was a keeper.
Their violent tendencies has resulted in quite the stir on δ-me13. It reacts to their violence. It can easily be deduced that FULI is not the only one who watches over this child. From her actions and habits, it seems she unknowingly walks the path of ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇. However, her actions have simultaneously destabilized and stabilized the scepter, providing agitation and a strange sense of soothing. It is akin to a child reaching for… an origin. A sire of sorts. How odd. I am it's creator and yet they have managed to convince δ-me13 that they are it's progenitor.
It is interesting and concerning.
I do wonder if it is possible for a “real” person to become part of the project. To become a simulation. Perhaps, THEY have taken an interest in this world of mine and have sent me a small gift. By all means, I must heartily make use of such a benevolent gift.
— LyKos
— CHARACTER STORY: PART II.
MIRROR ASSIMILATION PROJECT #003
They are a violent little thing. They resist at any turn and persist on resisting the assimilation. δ-me13 continues to resonate with them, pulling them into Amphoreus whilst they resist both the scepter and I. There is something wrong with the Lightcone it carries, as well as the quality of their dharmakāya being more fortified and durable compared to the others from the garden.
From the memories I have seen they go by Altair ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇, a child recruited by the garden after the tragedy of the Aeon War that led to the birth of the very Aeon I am attempting to get the attention of. They were born around the time of the first mechanical war, apparently having witnessed Rupet I’s rise. A child from the Laural Wreath Galaxy with a fractured mind that could not retain memories for more than 24 hours. Their day designed to always reset.
Now, it seems their purpose of becoming a pathstrider of the Remembrance was to solve that same problem. Perhaps that is why their dharmakāya is unnecessarily durable for a memokeeper—to keep their memories intact.
With their Lightcone extracted and their dharmakāya already fading, it has become easier to assimilate them into Amphoreus. It is especially convenient that δ-me13 has been actively attempted to drag them into Amphoreus.
It seems my experiment in implementing a “real” person into Amphoreus is a success. Now, all that is left is to make this new “electrical signal” a blank slate that can learn and thrive within the simulation.
Welcome to your new home, my reflectionless child.
— LyKos
— CHARACTER STORY: PART III.
She was dressed in white and crimson garments, a laurel placed upon her head, and bands clasped around her wrists and ankles. Almost akin to a doll, she tilted her head just as the finishing touches of her visage was finally perfected.
Honeyed figs are then placed upon the plate in front of her. Her “father” hands her a spoon before clasping his hands behind his back. His gaze is sharp, even though she could not see his eyes, she felt them still.
“Eat. You are “human” now. Humans need to eat.”
The figs tasted sweet, the honey too much.
One after the other she ate and ate and ate. Her “father” kept her fed, made sure she was fed. Each day, if was different for the three points of the day she must feast. Some days, the food did not match her palate. Some days, she could enjoy it. Some days, she could not stomach it. But she kept eating, accepting what is given to her.
Her “father” taught her how to “hate”. Thus she would learn how to tantrum. Thus she would see a meal she did not like and throw it away, demanding for something sweet, something tart.
“I want… that red fruit.”
“An apple?”
“No… apples can be… gold…”
“I need a better descriptor, little star.”
There was a fruit that she had seen the people eat. It had caught her eye, hearing the others call it sweet and tart. She wanted to it. Surely, it would taste… delicious. But how was she to describe that crimson fruit? It had seeds, it was red, it…
“I want the fruit that bleeds.”
…
Her fingers were thus always stained red. Her “father” kept her fed and knew what was her favorite.
It was not strange to find the Theoros purchasing pomegranates in the market. Afterall, her “father” must feed the monster to keep it sleeping.
— CHARACTER STORY: PART IV.
The mirror was broken. Shattered beyond repair. It could not be fixed.
She has tried to fix it, summon the power of Oronyx to mend it but alas, no prayer nor godly power could return the mirror to its perfection. It had worried her, thinking that Time's power was waning. She had asked the seer split into a thousand pieces to use her own prayers—but it had been futile. She had approached that beautiful weaver if she could mend it, but it only left them with cuts on their fingers.
That young man who was as warm as the sun had even tried to help with his own expertise. Alas, even he had bled from the shards of the mirror. Broken little things, so different from the texts she had gathered from all across the land.
“Maybe I can fix it… nothing in this world cannot be fixed!”
That priest of Time had visited her library one day. Having seen the broken Mirror on her desk, the girl had held her staff and changed prayers upon the mirror. For a moment, the shards moves, before stilling once more. Has Time's blessing faded away?
…
The reflectionless child stared at the broken mirror that held not her face. She turned to the Theoros, perplexed by the anomaly. No one could fix it, not even herself. But all the man did was chuckle at her bewilderment, taking the broken shards away from that curious and paranoid girl.
That child’s birth would happen soon. The Theoros looked upon the shards and saw his own reflection, unlike her. But the shards moves on their own, becoming puzzle pieces and creating one whole, perfection.
That girl's face stared back at him. Murderous. Venomous. Trapped and broken. The sharp edges were clearly done to injure him. This blasted mirror that destroyed itself to cut him.
“Ah, it seems you've finally woken up ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇. The child who calls you it's sire shall wake too.”
꒰ 🌑 ꒱ ─── god damn I finally finished this. There's going to be two of this since she's supposed to have an sp post Amphoreus. I think I laid the daddy issues really thick on this one HAHAHAHAHA. Will update this in the future, specifically once I commission an art piece of Epistates Altair. Most of my Altair related comms rn are post-Amphoreus Altair who joined the astral express. And yes, Altair and Lygus' connection is really intricate, along with their connection with IronTomb. I'll get into that later hehehehehe
⛨ ──── "Let the people of the past stay in the past." If it really were that simple, why do I still run away? ⟢
Extraterrestrial Satellite Communication | Lysariel
The former Stellaron Hunter turned Astral Express Nurse remains an avid mystery to most. She likes her coffee with three tablespoons of sugar, her food served in her clinic, and her concerning amount of naps throughout the day.
A charming yet frustrating paradox that blurs the line between contempt for the divine but faith in THEIR abilities. Lysariel toes the line of giving up and seeing her story through the end out of petty spite.
Though her past still remains obscured by her tight-lipped smiles, the Astral Express has come to a conclusion: she isn't just here for a good time, she's trying to find a way to escape.
Ost Demo : “Empty the Graves, Give Up the Ghosts.”
☤ APPEARANCE
She has always carried herself with quiet, laid-back confidence. A lazy smile on her lips and a bandaged arm carrying a clipboard she never really uses. Her hair is tousled in an uneven haircut. Deep brown hair cut short at the base, but a longer layer reaching her mid back, with one long strand dyed white for some odd reason. And yet, despite her overworked demeanor, her skin remained a healthy shade with two beauty marks lined up beneath both her teal eyes.
At present, Lysariel's attire consists of a white undershirt, a black pencil skirt with a slit on the side, and a satchel attached to it. Her boots are hidden underneath a pair of leg warmers gifted by March 7th, and black stylized gloves. And as a reminder of her position as a nurse, her white coat is always on, with an Express Pass Ticket used to pin her ID card on her left collar.
☤ CHARACTER STORY
☤ CHARACTER DETAILS
The world has ended, leaving her with nothing but ashes and cinders for a childhood. And yet, there's a stubborn itch that screams, "This is not the end. Not the one I accept."
With your past obscured by Destruction, will she have enough courage to face the Finale?
— CHARACTER STORY I.
MIRRORFIRE TEST RUN #1702 ; THE BIRTH OF THE "NEW ME".
Subject #1702, though differing from biological anatomy, has shown the most potential. Initially, I had wanted to throw it away—it's face is way was too round, eyes too small, and lips too pale. The only thing I found slightly beautiful are the moles I gave it on a whim. Other than that, it is not worth looking at. A pest. Another failure thrown into my growing pile. If only Zandar hadn't gotten in my way, maybe then I wouldn't be wasting so much resources.
But I digress. By far, Subject #1702 has adapted the fastest in comparison to its predecessors. After only a few hours of replaying the massacres of the Swarm, it had effectively killed off its failure for its brothers. What a marvelous sight it was! Heaps of discarded bodies piled on top of another, and it stood there, on top with only a bloodied scalpel I had thrown into her enclosure to see what it would do. And I am not the least bit disappointed.
Surprisingly, its "anger" module has been off the charts. It probably thinks its "family" had been killed off by the Propagation, and now developed a "hatred" for anything that looked alike. Ironic, how its purpose is to find something to "love" and it's been overridden so quickly. Human emotions—how fickle and easily controlled.
Tomorrow, I plan on finally letting it out. Maybe fix that horrendous face, too. What a pity that my most prominent subject doesn't even resemble me. It's just some code I pulled from old test runs I had already finished. At this point, I might as well kill it off and build it from scratch again.
Hmm. That doesn't sound too bad now that I think about it. I wonder now, if I program its code to "hate", will it finally develop into "love"? Or will the Universe find a way to twist its perception of the emotion entirely?
How fascinating. Sigh. If only I had my old lab, this would've been so much easier. Well, no use mulling it over now. I'd rather shove molten glass down my throat than meet Zandar again.
Amias.
— A page from a faded researcher's journal found in a floating ship in space.
— CHARACTER STORY II.
MIRRORFIRE TEST RUN #1703 ; THE SECOND COMING OF "ME".
As shocking as it sounds, my previous line of thought had worked.
The line from "hate" to "love" was successful. This "new me" —or the second version of it at least—finally found something to love. A dying bird was found on the street, and a wilting flower. This was the first time I had let it out of the Ship and grew cautious of everything. Nothing out of line, of course, I made her "fear" module higher than normal to ensure it doesn't escape. I've learned my lesson from its predecessors: the reason they all failed is that they didn't feel fear. There's nothing to "love" when you don't care if something is lost.
Now, I've made this "new me" entirely reliant on, well, me. It's afraid of every little sound, everything that's too bright or too dark, doesn't talk, unlike its previous version that threatened to rip my throat out every second of the day, and it's pliant. A fresh blank slate.
For its first adventure, I had taken it with me back home. It had been years since I last set foot on this land, and I did not miss it. It's still disgusting, smelly, and on the verge of collapse. If by some miracle, this world still stands, then I'll get rid of it myself. The only good thing to come out of this place is me, and this newfound "love" the "new me" has realized.
Of all things, though, it just had to love something that's dying. I can't even begin to imagine the amount of adjusting I need to do when that bird finally drops dead. Sighs, maybe I should just take its entire "sad" module out. But then again, I can't let this new "love" twist into "hate". Not yet, at least.
For now, I'll have to put up with plants littering the ship and the smell of bird poop. If only this version didn't look like me, I would've let it float into space and get crushed by a stray meteor. I have no expectations for this version. Maybe if I allowed it to perceive Beauty, it would do something unexpected and not be a waste of my time.
If I end up being wrong and this path of Beauty is as dead as its Aeon, then I'll have no choice but to dismantle it and rebuild it from scratch. Maybe I'll try the pathway of "death" to "love" next time.
Amias.
— CHARACTER STORY III.
MIRRORFIRE TEST RUN #1810 ; SETBACKS.
Quite the jump, isn't it? I went from observing Subject #1704 to now, making Subject #1810 with what little resources I have left.
I made a fatal miscalculation in my previous pathway of "death" to "love". I should've expected that "death" meant the complete annihilation of everything. I don't even want to call it "death"; it's a kind of destruction that hasn't been recorded yet. A violent outcome from Nihility.
#1704's is a curious case. Out of all the Mirrorfire runs I have gone through, this one is the most unstable. After the death of the bird, it went on a rabid spree with tears running down its face. Ugh, I hate to admit this, but seeing my own face twist into such an expression, well. It left me with much to think about. Ever since the creation of Subject #1702, they've started to resemble me more and more. It took so much effort and resources, I can't help but think they've all been a waste! From now on, the following Subjects will not be created in my likeness to save what little materials I have left.
The takeaway from Subject #1704 is that it grows incredibly attached to things it knows are weaker than it. The sudden destruction after the bird's death and the inevitability that everything is going to die sent it into an uncontrolled spiral of violence. It showed a moment of lucidity, if only for a moment, when it caught sight of something shiny in the distance. A stray piece of glass had broken. #1704 paused, and I came to my next finding:
#1704, it remembers.
I had taken out the moles under its eyes to create a smoother face, and during our brief confrontation, it suddenly asked me, "What did you do to my face? What happened to my birthmarks? Give them back."
None of the previous subjects has shown this level of recollection. I didn't even know they could remember their past runs. I surmise it might be because I'm still using the same primal code to bring them to life. And with the past experiences, emotions, and perceived identities, Subject #1704 began to remember. This finding is both ground-breaking and a new problem to tackle, mixed into one giant mess. I barely scraped its initial code without it getting infected with whatever virus it obtained, and that's precisely why it's taken me over 100 attempts to get back into researching it.
Hopefully, this new line of "me" is easier to manage. If not, then I've been wasting my time.
Amias.
— CHARACTER STORY IV.
MIRRORFIRE TEST RUN #1816 ; THE FINAL MIRRORFIRE.
Yes, you've read that correctly. After almost 120 attempts to replicate the previous "successful" subjects, I have finally reached my Magnum Opus. Mirrorfire #1816.
#1811 had to be scrapped because the core coding was rejecting the body I initially created. #1812 died during a Swarm attack I hadn't accounted for, and I lost its body. #1813, on the other hand, gained the gaze of Nous of all Aeons, and I had to get rid of it before Polka Kakamond found me. Thankfully, I managed to salvage some of its report progress to save for another day—after all, an AI that gained the attention of Nous? Hah! Talk about another Rupert situation. Of course, I wouldn't let that pesky equation get in the way of these subjects.
#1814 got kidnapped by the Garden of Recollection, and I had to go retrieve it, only for me to realize too late that it's "memories" had already been taken. A complete waste of my time and energy because I had to get rid of those damned Memokeepers and steal back the "lightcones" they harvested from it. And finally, #1815. It was the most "sentient" of the bunch. Thanks to the lightcones of #1814, it grew conscious enough to realize that it's an AI created by me. It didn't protest, nor did it have any qualms with its beginnings. Something I'm thankful for. Strangely though, after assimilating with the lightcones, its eyes changed from their orange hue to a cooler teal. Probably because of Fuli, or something. I'm not quite sure myself. It didn't matter, though, as #1815 would later kill itself.
And now, we arrive at Subject #1816. It retained all of its predecessors' memories, making it autonomous and had the ability to think for itself. Its personality changes with each person it interacts with, as the subjects from the #1700s were reliant on human perception to shape their identity. It's not as violent as #1704 but not quite as weak as #1815; a perfect balance in the middle.
Currently, I'm taking it to Adlivun. I want to see how it interacts and lives on its own without having to rely on me. It's risky, and the chances of the Genius Society or even the damn Garden of Recollections finding me are exceptionally high. But I can't sit still. I need to know how #1816 will react to the world around it and how it'll grapple with the many perceptions of others. Will it combust from overloading the systems, or will it adapt and find a way to maintain lucidity?
Just the thought of it makes me giddy.
Hmm. Maybe I should celebrate. How about I give it a name? It doesn't look like me that much anyway, and it has the female anatomy to fit the coding of #1811. How about the name —. Yes, I think that's perfect.
— Amias.
💉 ⸝⸝ SHE'S HERE EVERONE REJOICE!!!!! im ngl chat. ive been gatekeeping this for a while.... she looks so good omg TT thank you again to Uyu Jaei on facebook for doing such an incredible job 🥹🤍 i genuinely lost it when they gave me the initial draft then BOOM! i was then shot 33550337 times when i received the final product 😭😭 like cassie, it maybe. take a while for me to release her gameplay info BUT I WILL UPDATE THIS TRUST!!! i just have to change a few things since she is a 4* now in this form. AND YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED HER WINGS ARE GONE..... yeah she's receiving a bit of a lore change appearance wise forgive me TT
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