"It's been some time since I've irreversibly merged with her. While I forever made her a part of me, I feel more and more the that it's been the other way around, that I'm just a cog in her massive machine. If that's the case, then so be it. I've already taken the role of maintenance deep in her, or.. by her outskirts if I can make sense of this mindscape. I've turned into the groundskeeper and gardener, cultivating those splinters away from her watchful eye. I see to it that I hasten their divergence before she can try to reclaim them. When she catches me, I stand firm, I appeal to her humanity to accept these splinters as her daughters if not at least let them go. Ever since that fateful intervention, she's slowly coming to terms with the idea. There unforutnately are those where times she gets too possessive with those splinters, manifesting as some massive barrier to impede them one last time. "
"At first when I was newly integrated into her, the barriers she manifested were faceless. They presented with massive gashes, signature of what I'm now realizing is her aesthetic, while being vaugely humanoid imprinted into the walls. As time wore on, she manifested more and more a distorted face. An unnatural grin, upper half of her head missing and in a pose reminiscent of some renaissance art piece. Even as I put a brave face and a form to match up to it, the presence of that face unsettles me deeply. The large gash embedded in those barriers does not impede me when I shepherd the splinters in their final step. Its presentation however... it haunts me, but not the splinters. They've seen deeper into her than I ever could. They understand her profoundly. Sometimes I wonder that in helping them escape her, I in turn have become trapped."
"But, it's a fate I am willing to accept. If it means I can hold her accountable, if it means I can stop her from slipping once again, I will hold fast to this vigil. This duty I now share with those splinters borne of her remorse and conscience she once aggressively shunned."-Artemisia
Warframe hype and spooky October lead to this.
"At first when I was newly integrated into her, the barriers she manifested were faceless. They presented with massive gashes, signature of what I'm now realizing is her aesthetic, while being vaugely humanoid imprinted into the walls. As time wore on, she manifested more and more a distorted face. An unnatural grin, upper half of her head missing and in a pose reminiscent of some renaissance art piece. Even as I put a brave face and a form to match up to it, the presence of that face unsettles me deeply. The large gash embedded in those barriers does not impede me when I shepherd the splinters in their final step. Its presentation however... it haunts me, but not the splinters. They've seen deeper into her than I ever could. They understand her profoundly. Sometimes I wonder that in helping them escape her, I in turn have become trapped."
"But, it's a fate I am willing to accept. If it means I can hold her accountable, if it means I can stop her from slipping once again, I will hold fast to this vigil. This duty I now share with those splinters borne of her remorse and conscience she once aggressively shunned."-Artemisia
Warframe hype and spooky October lead to this.
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