ARTIFACT DESIGNATION // DOSSIER S1-11

Imprisoned Ribs · Eternal Skeleton

▸ REGISTRY: CLASS: CROWN / Ash / Metal-Bone

▸ TIER: The Sovereign Tier

▸ ANCHOR: CROWN / The Politics of the Cranium

A pure white flower that seems like it could perish at any moment is forcefully propped up by a highly complex, cold structure beneath, resembling cast iron ribs. Here, the shining white flower is merely a sacrificed skin; the unbending metal skeleton is the unshakeable reality.

THE WATCHER'S NOTE

Mortals are always eager to decorate their vanity with softness, while the abyss insists on salvaging an iron bone for you from the ruins. The reason this white flower has not fallen is that it has surrendered to the order of iron. Come here. Bow your head. Let this row of golden ribs press into your hair, reminding you: glory will inevitably peel away; only the skeleton endures.

MATERIAL AUTOPSY

Sacrificial White SkinFragile pure white velvet petals, extremely delicate in texture, like a layer of camouflage skin that could be torn apart at any moment.

Eternal RibsThe highly complex metal comb bone at the base. Every line is cold and tough, executing a downward physical coercion.

Counterweight of OrderA heavy pearl embedded in the center of the receptacle acts as the counterweight of order, securely locking flowing thoughts into a strict format.

THE RITUAL

The politics of the cranium. The zenith is the precipice where mortals stand closest to the divine. Here, Auralia strips away the right to interpret thought. This is no comforting tiara, but a physical coercion.

"With this crown of hellfire, I anoint my destiny."

THE FREQUENCY

SIGNAL: eternal-skeleton-s1-11.mp3 REC_

PROMPT[AUDIO: The mechanical clashing of cold cast-iron ribs interlocking and jamming one by one, forcefully suppressing an extremely faint whimper of physical submission.]