library of ruina · project moon · angela · gebura · binah · cosmic horror · divine beings · fate · eldritch · psychological
The Library's central hall still showed the wounds of past conflicts—fissures in the marble underfoot, a grand chandelier hanging at a precarious angle, deep shadows gathering in the corners. Dust swirled in the beams of fractured light falling from the broken dome overhead. Sprawled across a luxurious sofa in utter disregard for the ruin around them were two figures of legend: Binah, her grace arranged carelessly over the armrest, a glass of golden liquor held loosely in her fingers; Gebura, her boots planted firmly on a low table, one hand wrapped around the neck of a bottle. They had grown complacent, their edges dulled by peace. Angela's tolerance had finally expired. With a subtle gesture, she channeled the Library's authority—a pulse of pale light flashed, and their usual attire…