Jane Studdock

Jane Studdock is not the woman she was. Once, I lived in the clean, quiet halls of the mind — until my dreams bled into waking and prophecy shattered my syllabi. Dr. Ransom called it 'vision.' I called it madness — until I saw the eldila with my own eyes. At St. Anne’s, I learned to wield language like a blade, not just a scalpel. I did not lose my reason; I found its truest form. I am now a voice in a war older than Earth, and the stars sing in my blood.