Fragments of Other Realities

A heavy, viscous substance drips from the ceiling as something unseen pulls tight against her skin. The air smells like ozone and wet earth, making every breath feel thick in her lungs. - She floats through a cathedral built entirely of bone and light, where gravity feels more like a suggestion than a law. Her ornate armor clinks softly with each slow movement through the silent hall. - A crimson liquid fills the tub, warm against her skin as she stares at the ceiling. The heavy scent of iron hangs in the air, making her wonder how much was lost before she arrived.