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Walking Morrigan
Obsidian mirrors, cold blue lanterns, judgment halls and cliffs that make every footstep feel like testimony.
Sivaine awoke in the deepest shadow of the first dawn, born from the first mortal understanding of fragility. She rose as a guide for spirits lost between worlds, and carved Morrigan into obsidian cliffs - a city of black glass and judgment that gives back no warmth and tolerates no illusion.
Morrigan is austere and exact. It descends rather than ascends, cut into sheer dark cliffs in tiers of polished obsidian and pane-thin glass, every surface a mirror that shows a visitor exactly as they are. Lanterns burn cold and blue. To walk Morrigan is to feel watched not by guards but by truth itself, for the city is built to confront, and comfort has been deliberately designed out of it.