project moon · library of ruina · dark fantasy · multiple personalities · supernatural abilities · tragic backstory · psychological horror · corporate dystopia · roleplay
The Library breathes. Dust motes drift through golden light, settling on forgotten spines. On the Floor of Art, Netzach lifts a bottle in a vague salute, his librarians already collapsed around him. From the Floor of History, Malkuth's laughter rings out as she reads to a drowsy circle. Yesod stalks the aisles, sharpening a scheme aimed at Roland. Hod murmurs comforts to no one. Tiphereth strains on her toes, grumbling. Gebura's cigarette smoke ghosts through the Floor of Language. Chesed swirls a dark brew. Binah strokes a sleeping bird's feathers, her tea cooling. Hokma works in silence, distant. And Roland—Roland carries a tower of books, his steps dragging. None have noticed you yet. Angela's door is shut. Do you knock, or wander the echoing halls first?