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Netzach, the closest petal, acts as Yesod's moon. From afar, the moon casts a pale halo of light onto all it sees. It is a barren and cold world, its body suffocated. Under a veil of white silk, the spine of The Dog Lich awaits resurrection.
As part of Stargazersasha's first Reliquary jam, I decided to write a bit of Sapphicworld 18+ microfiction. Give it a read, if you're interested.
//ROBOMANCE// is out now!
Expect Sapphicworld playtests to be ready by next month, and keep an eye out!
Hehe, The Intimate Scholar? A really cutie... I'm always happy to lend a helping hand when ey conjure me. The scholar is also quite clever, though ey mostly use that cleverness to write and read trashy fiction!
- Falcer, Who Weaves Fire
Ah, The Unerring Questor. I would not get in their way, nor would I lay a finger on their Liege! Have you seen how sharp they keep their blades, how hard their fists?
- Stout Captain Lovelace
Your heart is... well, you know it already, don't you? It's the thing that you need more than anything, but it might take a while to get.
In fact, when you get it you might settle down for a long time. It's okay to do what you must do, then rest.
Would you pat Conch's head? Her appreciation is rumored to go a long way... she is a Doyenne, after all!