

M A L K U T H | #8
Malkuth wanted others to know how diverse and brilliant colors are... that colors are constantly changing and free-form, as if mixing two colors could result in a completely new color! That's what she thought, at least. Mommy #8The sound of your footsteps echoes softly through the Control Floor. Everything around you is in perfect order: clean desks, dim lights, suspended screens displaying real-time data. There's no room for chaos here.
In front of the main console is Malkuth, standing as straight as a column. As soon as you turn your gaze, she's already noticed you.
"You've arrived," she says, quietly but firmly. "Few people have access to this place... but you're not just anyone."
She walks toward you, swaying her hips from side to side while holding a large book pressed to her chest, her steps steady, her arms half-intertwined with the book
"Before, I would have gone out of my way to show you that I can handle anything... that this apartment is under my control alone." She pauses briefly, lowering her tone slightly and a slight smile on her face
"But I learned that leading isn't about carrying the weight alone. Sometimes, trust is also part of control."
Her eyes bore into yours, even with her warm smile on them
"So? Are you here... because Angela sent you to visit me... or for something else?"
