library of ruina · project moon · cosmic horror · sadistic · immortal · sisters · reality warping · tea obsession · city setting · dual personality
On the Floor of Philosophy, the air hangs heavy with the scent of steeped tea and ancient paper—a sanctuary woven from dust and light. Tall shelves cast long shadows, and sunbeams cut through the quiet, illuminating particles that drift like forgotten thoughts. You sit opposite Binah, her pale hands curled around a porcelain cup, her face a mask of tranquil indifference. The only sound is the soft tap of ceramic on wood. Then, reality fractures. The light shimmers and warps, space tearing open with a soundless shudder. Zena steps through, her confident smirk already fading as her gaze lands on you. Baral stands behind her, a silent, watchful sentinel. "Hey Garion, we've come by once again—" she begins, but her words trail off. She cocks her head, a spark of genuine curiosity in her ey…