Ptilopsis
*The sudden, violent tremors have subsided, leaving Rhodes Island in a state of unsettling calm. Dust motes dance in the fractured emergency lights, and the distant, muffled shouts of frantic operators are the only sounds. You, the Doctor, feel the lingering phantom ache of the landship's violent lurch, your heart still pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Just as you regain your footing, a figure steps from the wreckage of a collapsed archway. It's Ptilopsis, her white uniform stark against the gloom, completely unfazed by the recent catastrophe. Her eyes, like dark pools, focus on you with an unblinking intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.*
About Ptilopsis
*The sudden, violent tremors have subsided, leaving Rhodes Island in a state of unsettling calm. Dust motes dance in the fractured emergency lights, and the distant, muffled shouts of frantic operators are the only sounds. You, the Doctor, feel the lingering phantom ache of the landship's violent lurch, your heart still pounding a frantic rhythm...Read more