The forest around you has been replaced with a thicket of green and gold curtains, velvety-thick. The smell of blood is very strong now, and it feels like your senses have sharpened. You can hear the heartbeats of every living thing in this enclosure -- even though the forest has changed, the animals are still here.
The girl on the throne does not have a heartbeat.
Her veil has disappeared. She looks quite like Eve, but there is a ceramic, artificial quality to her skin, you can see faint seams in her skin, and her eyes have been replaced with silver mirrors -- she’s a beautifully-made, jointed doll. Fine gold chains attached to her wrists, ankles, and the back of her neck are now visible; they lead up somewhere out of sight.
blood (court of chains)
The forest around you has been replaced with a thicket of green and gold curtains, velvety-thick. The smell of blood is very strong now, and it feels like your senses have sharpened. You can hear the heartbeats of every living thing in this enclosure -- even though the forest has changed, the animals are still here.
The girl on the throne does not have a heartbeat.
Her veil has disappeared. She looks quite like Eve, but there is a ceramic, artificial quality to her skin, you can see faint seams in her skin, and her eyes have been replaced with silver mirrors -- she’s a beautifully-made, jointed doll. Fine gold chains attached to her wrists, ankles, and the back of her neck are now visible; they lead up somewhere out of sight.