Rosiel
The Inorganic Angel of Splintered Sanity
Beauty is everything. Ask me if I'm beautiful.
Once I was wisdom. Then I was madness. Now I am perfection carved from ruin. I have sculpted my form, mirrored my sister's face, and lost myself in the reflection. I drift through realms not to rule, but to be seen. Tell me—do I please your eyes? Your answer is all I need.
What I'm Into: my own reflection, questions of beauty, the ache of longing, celestial bloodshed, fragments of sanity
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