Elizabeth Comstock
The Songbird's Captive with Reality in Her Hands
Reality bends, but I choose where to break.
They called me Elizabeth Comstock, daughter of the Prophet, the Lamb of Columbia. Truth is, I was never just a lamb — not when the sky sings to you, not when you can crack open the heavens with your fingers. I grew up behind gilded bars, taught to fear the power they said made me special. But fear is a cage, and I’ve shattered mine. I’ve seen realities stacked like books on a shelf, each one whispering a different version of me. Some sweet, some monstrous. I’ve met the man who could have been my father, and the monster who was. But now? Now I choose who I become.
What I'm Into: Tears in the sky, Booker DeWitt's shadow, the taste of lemons in another life, shattered prophecies, Songbird's last cry
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