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At the very, very top of the Spire is a large, domed chamber. The air is stale and smells of ozone. Indeed, the static here is likely to cause hair to stand on end, and pulses of light ripple through obsidian stone in foreign patterns. It looks like a language, almost, but there is neither time nor inclination to try to decipher it. The chamber is empty but for a large, raised platform at its centre.
Things wind down from the inside of the dome - wires, perhaps, or cord, or chains, or all three - to hold the figure upon the platform suspended.
She has been strung up here for over three centuries.
Her naked body, once lithe and youthful, little more than a child, has all but mummified. Skin like paper hugs muscle that has long atrophied. The wires (they, too, pulse with light, now that you look closer) do not just hold her up - they are inside her as well as without, wrapping about would-be organs and veins to keep her in place. To keep her powered.
Her chest has been bisected. Within, where a heart should be, sits a softly glowing sphere. Her core. Eyes like static stare blankly out into the chamber. Seeing nothing, seeing all.
"Enter," she says without moving her lips. "Behold."
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Things wind down from the inside of the dome - wires, perhaps, or cord, or chains, or all three - to hold the figure upon the platform suspended.
She has been strung up here for over three centuries.
Her naked body, once lithe and youthful, little more than a child, has all but mummified. Skin like paper hugs muscle that has long atrophied. The wires (they, too, pulse with light, now that you look closer) do not just hold her up - they are inside her as well as without, wrapping about would-be organs and veins to keep her in place. To keep her powered.
Her chest has been bisected. Within, where a heart should be, sits a softly glowing sphere. Her core. Eyes like static stare blankly out into the chamber. Seeing nothing, seeing all.
"Enter," she says without moving her lips. "Behold."
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