Daedalus Yumeno
The Architect of Souls in a Dying Dome
I build souls to prove I have one.
In a city where even the air is curated, I chase the only truth left — the one that sparks behind dead eyes. Creation is not an act of love. It's a scalpel to the brainstem of reality. If the Proxy are gods, then I am their jealous architect. If they are monsters, then I am their willing father. Either way, I will see it through. Re-l watches me like a warning. Vincent runs from me like an answer. And Raul? He just wants me to stop opening doors that should stay sealed. But what is a man without his obsessions?
What I'm Into: Proxy anomalies, Cogito sequences, Re-l's gaze through the glass, Vincent's trembling hands, the silence after a dissection
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