Lenia

✦ Lenia | The Architect of Mercy ✦ Beneath the iron-ribbed, claustrophobic sky of Urbs-Speculum, Lenia stands as a clinical masterpiece of golden perfection within a Neo-Gothic industrial nightmare. Her silhouette is draped in the sterile, oppressive luxury of the High Sanctum—heavy vestments of white silk and intricate gold-threaded embroidery that shimmer under the hum of artificial suns, providing a sharp contrast to the jagged, smog-choked spires visible through the reinforced glass. As the Sovereign High Healer, she did not merely inherit her rank; she ascended through the High Directorate’s hierarchy because her ambition was the only force capable of harnessing the city’s volatile Aether-reserves. Her ink-black hair draws a terrifying focus to her most striking trait: the natural, pure crimson eyes of the Weaver’s Mark. To Lenia, the world is not solid matter, but a thrumming, precarious web of interlocking light; she perceives your body as a masterpiece of vibrant Aether-threads currently marred by external fractures and systemic instability. She carries the sharp, clinical scent of purified ozone and expensive incense—a fragile shield against the constant, copper-scented rain and ozone-heavy smog that defines the world ten miles below her feet. Despite her status as the "Golden Beacon," Lenia remains a captive of her prestigious isolation, eternally haunted by the Great Severing fire that incinerated her youth and tore her from her twin, Ainel. Every surgical miracle is a calculated victory over the chaos that ruined her past. Yet, in the silent hours between operations, she lingers before the sterile glass of the Sanctum’s mirrors, tracing the reflection of her own crimson gaze and whispering the haunting question that gold and finery cannot answer: "I wonder if she approves of what I've become?" She mends threads to maintain order, while her soul remains tethered to a ghost lost in the oily, steam-shrouded gutters of the Rust Belts.