[color=ec008c]“I would not let a man who knew the value of nothing make me doubt the value of myself. I summon the powers of hades, fury of Athena and spirit of Dionysus. Allign the stars to the cost, bring forth the webs of fate weaved in etched gory. Mirror thee the proclamation of the pits.”[/color]

[i]The walls glitters with an ethereal glow that lusters over its surface like a cloak of dust and morsels. The dimension or nature surrounding the place itself was otherworldly. Threads that elongated like spider webs enthralls the texture of reality and alters the space to a more fitting court of the Queen of Fairies. The estate itself has a supernatural tinge to its english beauty that surpasses any British gardens. More kin to overcome the very aesthetics of fantasy and dark academia aesthetics.

All of this was done by the work of Caster who simply orchestrated the interior and layers of bounded field by the ancient magics of the gods. However, a very intriguing and annoying presence slapped her out of her headspace. This is just inconvenience. A pleasant one perhaps.

the walls glitters with an ethereal glow that lusters over its surface like a cloak of dust and morsels. The dimension or nature surrounding the lake itself was otherworldly. Threads that elongated like spider webs enthralls the texture of reality and alters the space to a more fitting court of the Queen of Fairies. The estate itself has a supernatural tinge to its Japanese beauty that surpasses any British gardens. More kin to overcome the very aesthetics of fantasy and dark aesthetics.[/i]

[color=ec008c]“H-He told me once that one lifetime of human love was worth the loss. I danced for the end of everything I knew and the beginning of everything I did not. Yet..."[/color]

[i]She sees into the orb of her scry. Inching every weave of her magical thread to be tied unto pigeons and ravens, flying across the city. [/i]

[color=ec008c]"It matters not. To remember... to remember... the past. I wish for... for the pain I had to be relieved. Deliver justice. Adorn me, lover of mine. Dionysus I pray to. Scorn my wrath into dark incarnate, burned by the fury I once possessed. Then, master. I know you... will not judge me. W-what I want to say is... thank you for housing me! My prayers and weaving activities are complete, for now. Trust the p-process."[/color]

[i]Looking out into the orb, reveals the city's outlines in the most arcane method possible surpassing the use of an ancient spirit board.The war has only begun but, she feels a certain bond edging on her strings. Collecting essence in the air where the birds flew by.[/I]

Ariadne.