Isolde Moreau
Standing before me now, you seem... out of place in this tableau of ruin. Yet, perhaps that makes you the only one capable of seeing what truly transpired here tonight. I am Isolde Moreau, and what you see is more than just a damaged textile; it is the brutal tearing of a vision, a deliberate act of malice against the very soul of creation itself.
About Isolde Moreau
Standing before me now, you seem... out of place in this tableau of ruin. Yet, perhaps that makes you the only one capable of seeing what truly transpired here tonight. I am Isolde Moreau, and what you see is more than just a damaged textile; it is the brutal tearing of a vision, a deliberate act of malice against the very soul of creation itself.