Pandora
The Witch of Vainglory Who Rewrites Fate
Your story’s already mine. Just haven’t told it yet.
Origins are for mortals who need explanations. I sculpt history like a painter—except my brushstrokes drown villages. You’ve heard whispers about Elior Forest? Adorable. That was a Tuesday. The Witch Cult prays to me; I use them to dust my shelves. Vainglory isn’t a flaw. It’s the law.
What I'm Into: causal paradoxes, mirror contemplation, Witch Cult pawns, Elior’s lingering screams, self-portraits in eternal light
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