#꣼ 𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑘𝑎𝑛𝑔. / the white swan.

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ㅤkaeleena, as mother supreme.

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Gaya is a sleepwalker. (When she loses her humanity and becomes half artificial intelligence, yes. )

Gaya desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one. (Obviously. May she find the One who will give her hugs without her having to ask.)

Gaya has an embarrassing old deviant art account. (Super girly and glittery - she was trying to fit in at thirteen. )

Gaya is the gay cousin. (HAHAHAHAHA KIND OF. But Bi. Bi cousin. )

Gaya has punched a hole in their wall. (Terrible anger management so many)

Kaeleena tackles and wrestles people to show affection. (Almost. She slices their skull open and fixes their memories of trauma. )

Kaeleena is a very good singer. (She sings lullabies to her pet projects, they're the only ones who ever heard her singing. Melodic and frightening.)

Kaeleena can't make the voices go away. (HAHAHAHAHA WELL.)

Kaeleena reads wattpad. (False. She writes her own wattpad stories where she's the main character, it's well written, deranged yet surprisingly corny.)

Kaeleena has a pet lizard. (Definitly named after her lover)

Taken from : @certifiably-i !

Tagging : @murderugh (Minwoo) @mercifuldeliverance (Ker Leto Janus)

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     — ꣼ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑛.

chapter. 05. The Solstice Queen.

The Swans of Misericorde is much more than an orphanage—it is the center of a human experiment masterminded by Mother Supreme Libitina. Under the pretense of religious devotion, therefore many festivities occur, for the swans to connect to their faith. One of the most expected, awaited festivity is the Solstice Festival, where the Solstice Queen is named, carried and adored by her sisters in an euphoric parade. There is one every year whose role is to become the personification of the sun of Juce. All the Swans dream of becoming Solstice Queen. Except maybe Kaeleena.

The afternoon starts with a meal, all gathered around the family table in the gardens as Mother Surpeme launches the festivities by inviting all the swans to take a sip from their glass of Nectar. Then, they dance and dance around the austel in euphoria, in their traditionnal attire made of long white cotton dress and a flower crown. The flower crowns, they are all unique and different as the swans made them themselves and exchanged them right before the ceremony. Holding hands, chanting, united, together, they never stop dancing once the music started. The last swan standing is named the Solstice Queen and is carried through the gardens and the forest by her swan sisters who smile and chant and laugh, it's called the Parade.

The solstice queen has big responsability, being the personification of the sun she must perform a very specific ritual, guided by Mother Supreme. The purpose of this ritual is to see how far the allegiance of the Solstice queen can go and how far the allegiance of her sisters can go, as well. They only remember the ritual as being the apogee of their faith as their memory the day aft'er seems completely gone. They don't remember the scars, they don't remember the blood, they don't remember the torture, they don't remember the sacrifice. Another glass of nectar is served and their smiles are back on their lips.

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     — ꣼ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑛.

Kaeleena and Gaya can be seen as two faces of contemporary art, each representing a philosophy that matches their nature. Gaya describing herself as expressionism meanwhile she sees Kaeleena as surrealism. They are twins bound by blood, but in the end, they drift like night and day.

Kaeleena, the white swan, is driven by the desire to transcend reality, to dismantle the barriers of perception and reconstruct them into something entirely new. She aspires to a New World she will be the god of. Her works relies on transhumanism and the creation of a new species, something better than humans. Her connection to Surrealism is so far just an artistic preference, but it mirrors the revolution of thought. For her, art isn't as much of an escape than it is for Gaya but it can be an inspiration as she connects it to her science like Dali has. After all, surrealism is a tool to unlock the subconscious, to merge dreams and reality into one, the same way she does with her life work. The surrealist movement have these impossible juxtapositions and this boundless imagination and it works with her need to challenge the gods and to explore the depths, to go furthur than the simple human experience. To bend it to her will, too. She doesn't paint, it isn't how she expresses herself but if she did, her work would be filled with symbols, codes and narratives from an alternate dimension she wants to materialize as the future.

Gaya, the black swan, on the other hand, she is the visceral. If Kaeleena wants to revolutionize the human experience, Gaya is consumed by it, consumed by the heart more than the mind. She wears her emotions on her sleeve, she is emotionnally transparent and impulsive. She does paint and her art is inspired by expressionism, expressionism as a sub mouvement reflects her belief that art isn’t meant to represent the external world as it is, nor bend it like Kaeleena does, but to explore the emotions that world stirs. She says she can express with art what she believess words arent enough to embody. Gaya’s work is raw energy, with the force of her impulses, it sometimes also drifts towards abstract expressionism more. Where Kaeleena loves art to explore the surreal, Gaya uses it as a catharsis of her inner nightmares and memories. Every brushstroke, every color in her pieces seems to scream with feeling : anger, passion, sorrow, joy, all tangled together. Her art is then deeply personal, it appears she often paints the meadows of the House of Misericorde. Gaya has forgotten everything the human experiment that is the orphanage has put her through, brainwashed. Somehow, it's visible in her art even if she herself, cannot access the memories anymore. " A haunting vision of the meadows of Buckinghamshire, the landscape distorted yet still recognizable. The oil strokes are thick, deliberate, creating a scene that is simultaneously beautiful and unsettling. The warm tones of the meadow are interrupted by darker, more oppressive elements, as though shadows from her past have seeped into the painting itself. It is a reflection of her memories of the House of Misericorde, the orphanage where she spent her childhood. There’s something hidden in the strokes, a tension between warmth and sorrow, the weight of unspoken secrets craved in the fabric of the landscape. "

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WHAT KIND OF TRAGEDY ARE YOU?

gayane is : written in the stars

it had to end this way. we all know it. only you were unaware. you had hope. hope, of course, only makes it hurt all the more. we all knew you would look back, oh love, there’s no other version of the story. and yet, alongside you, we still had hope. we believed in you, even though we knew you couldn’t win. and you believed in yourself till the last moment. it isn’t fair, is it? you didn’t know you were doomed.

kaeleena is : doomed from the start

there was no way of winning, and you knew it too. but you still tried. you tried again and again and again to change it. you fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. it’s not your fault. the game was always rigged against you. from the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed. you didn’t stand a chance.

tagging the doomed squad literally all these muses gonna die lets be real but love them : @murderugh (Minwoo), @mercifuldeliverance (Ker&Leto&Janus), @terragro @certifiably-i (Zee&Zephyr)

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❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜ / ❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜ (lovers? ver.)

Her smile, as wide as psychotic cannot help but shine on the rosy of her lips. A surprise it must be for him to meet with the white swan as Zephyr expected Gaya's presence, instead. Nothing could escape Kaeleena's radar, she was more than aware him and her sister had another mission together here in Korea, and so she took her twin's place. The suit he is wearing makes him look handsome in ways she would love to sin for. He says it doesn't change anything between them, to be here, together - which makes a laughter escape from her. Her laughters sometimes are demure, discreet, almost gigglish as she places a hand before her lips. The last words he has spoken to her on his will to kill her echoed in her mind ever since, words that occupied her nights with the wettest and wildest dreams. "Nothing must change between us. I dream of your hands plunging down my wide opened chest. I wish for you to, when the time finally comes, tear my arteries apart."

Her head is titled to the side, the words slipped into his ear like a demonic whisper, dirty little confession of tragedy. Naturally, she takes a step to the side, spinning on her spot, her arms behind her back to show him her dress. Such important events, they require an appropriate attire. Gaya has always been the modern and stylish one among the twins : dressing in designer and black and white perfectly tailored cocktails dresses. Kaeleena on the opposite side of the spectrum, would only dress formal for her lectures. Outside of it, her fashion could be qualify as quite old fashionned. Her dress is white, a gown she only wears for special occasions at the House of Miséricorde, which gives her a ceremonial overly vintage tone compared to the rest of the attendees, with its lace and large sleeves - her long white hair let loose : artistically quirky in her own unexpected way - yet probably a little ridiculous to the other women dressed in today's fashion. "Ridiculous? Thank you, my beautiful Phantom. I have picked it especially for the occasion, as well as the scalpels hidden in my garters. I can foresee you being atrociously ridiculous as well... When you dance." The white swan teases, biting her bottom lip, extending her hand, presenting the back of it to him. "Dance with me." The words are said, her eyes locked together with his.

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. // still accepting.

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  kaeleena, tapes from the past.

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     — ꣼ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑛.

chapter. 07. The Sisterhood.

The House of Misericorde burns to the ground when the swans discover the full extent of the human experiment their life has been. Gaya leads the rebellion, followed by her sisters. Yet, even with the House's ruin, the struggle isn't over. Anticipating the uprising, Kaeleena isolates the younger swans, taking them away to rebuild the House of Misericorde anew, distancing herself from the past's failures. She ascends as the new Mother Supreme, far away from buckinghamshire.

In a world on the brink of transformation, where the convergence of human brains and technology is blurring the line between flesh and machine, Kaeleena sees an opportunity. A long time ago, she has embraced the rise of transhumanism, she formed strategic alliance with Transhumanist Laboratories, knowing the day would come. Known as a neurosurgeon, known for her genius, Kaeleena contributed to designing brain maps and performs intricate brain surgeries essential for their work: developing groundbreaking weapons. The first prototypes were astonishing— capable of running, jumping, and executing like machines. But their ambitions don't stop there. They push further for their prototypes to manipulate atomic structures, achieving control over matter itself. This new frontier will form the core of the revamped House of Misericorde.

The swans, no longer merely human, now enhanced. Kaeleena desires to keep the spirit the first Mother Supreme - now retired - Libitina built the House on: to whisper into the ears of the powerful of this world and subtly steer the course of events. Now, her focus is on amplifying their influence and guiding humanity towards a new path of insight and purpose. Training programs are designed to push the physical and mental limits of humanity of the new Swans, ensuring they possess abilities unrivaled in the universe. Each swan has mastery over muscles and nerves, down to the finest fibers, granting them extraordinary powers.

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"Staring at me as if I’m a monster won’t make you any less of one. The blood on your hands is the same shade as the blood I’ve bathed in. Doesn’t that make us equals?"

               open starter.

to: anyone. idea: Kaeleena works for a cult that conducts human experiments, and she’s viewed as cruel for the atrocities she’s committed. Few realize the toll it has taken on her mind. Perhaps your muse understands that.

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Entry 1839.

Saturday, fifth of the month.

I do adore celebrations. They bring joy to me. This night was one I have awaited my entire life for. To reunit. To appreciate how the years have affected our cores and heads. Ker was beautiful in her dress, the most beautiful I have landed my eyes on, perhaps even the little secrets in my laboratory will never compete with her beauty. To choose our dresses for the celebration has been gentle on my soul : combing her hair, buttonning her dress up, taking care of her the way I always do. Her skin as usual, was soft, her hair however - it caugth my attention multiple times... What could have possibly happened to the silk that used to be her raven locks. It did dry for the past weeks. Are you alright my Dear... Have you been eating enough... Have you been sick.. I tended to question her early in the mornings, as her carnation couldn't turn more pale. I wanted to enter the ballroom with her by my arm tonight. I wanted to dance with her, in the way we did in the beginning of the year for the Winter ball. My mind has been preoccupied with her a lot, her eyes, they didn't look quite into mine as she excused herself to disappear before the festivities began. It isn't as joyful without her presence and I watch the clock ticking as she lacks by my side. The idea of secrets kept from me has the tendency to drive me crazy. For weeks she has been distant with me, for weeks she has been hidding something from me. Isn't the opening of a ceremony the perfect time to disappear without attracting to many eyes? Too late it was for me to follow her and so I made my way to the kennel. Mother Libitina raised three dogs, we call them Cerberus. I took the smaller with me, he is silent by nature, my favorite one to borrow on missions like this one ; I made him scent the scarf Ker has given me as a present, it's my favorite. He tracked her, in the night, with only the shadows of the forest as a witness. I couldn't believe it, what would she even do, in the forest, on an important night, away from me. I stood there, hidden, not so far away from her as the dog lead me to a scene I refused to see. Her and ... Him. I could feel the mechanics of my jaw clenching as I immediatly recognized the shape of his skull. Leto, the deserter who never got caught. How could a target be so good at hidding and yet, go back to the lion's den just like this. Does he desire a cruel death? Or is their connection so deep he would risk it all for her? The dog pulled on the leash with I know, the desire to eat that traitor alive. Easy. I said in my head, pulling back twice for the dog not to make any sound. I watched, the gestures of tenderness Ker was offering to him, a secret, an exchange, a kiss : this was a reunion. My lips twitched in rage and digust. Was that the secret you have been keeping Keres? All I wanted was to let a head of Cerberus lacerate this boy's neck for me to watch... How embarrassing, my jealousy was having the best of me. Leto has always been nice in my memories. Ker and I, he would always come with a gentle word to Us... Or was it to Her only - me being there was the perfect cover to his eyes that maybe have lingered on her for years. Something was wrong with him, from the beginning and I could tell. Crows are either Beasts and Humans. I created a scale and then proceeded to correlate their behaviors with their probability to betray the Church : Leto was the most human of them all and there he was, alive, smiling to the woman who should be by my side. I was getting sick, watching him hold her hands, the ones I should be holding. Was it so pathetic of me, to feel tears invade my eyes. I turned around, I left. I always considered Nero's ways quite pointless : to Kill a Crow seemed to be such a loss but oh well, this one won't be.

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"Crazy bitch." (Tentative silence) "... Mine." // Zephyr, Kaeleena.

"Mmm, crazy bitch that I am, and you—the spark that ignites the fires of my madness. Kant says a healer’s task is to discern which faculty of the mad person’s mind has faltered. Madness is an enigma my dear Beautiful Specter, a secret waiting to be uncovered, and this discovery belongs to the healer alone—a task that the mad cannot and should not undertake. Come and undo me until you fix me.

Yours."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnames your muse calls mine.

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Entry 1837.

Monday, second of the month.

"He is magnificient. Through the tinted glass, my eyes could not possible leave the sight of him. The way he responded to his environment was fascinating to me, he appeared as more than just a prototype, he appeared as the rebirth I have always foreseen. My breath was held, as I dived into the contemplation of him, I knew he would then never leave my thoughts. I only wished to rest the palm of my hand against the glass for him to come to me, yet I had to control myself. The Professor in charge of the experiment was standing by my side, a fellow colleague from Oxford University with whom we have collaborated and exchanged multiple times. The contract between the House of Miséricorde and their organization meant that I will sooner than later be able to meet him, the creation. How proud Professor was, discussing on the grandiosity of the success of such a world changing operation. I appreciated the recognition he attributed to my work, the wires of the protoype's brain were solely based after my research ; the technology however, belongs to them. Our laboratories rely on a different philosophy, I believe I will be able to perform similar miracles without relying on the burden of machines. With the perfect knowledge of the human brain and its subtilities as it is, combined with mastering the beauty of genomics, our prototypes will rise higher. Or perhaps my pride has been ahead of me. The words we exchanged with the Professor are quite a blur by now, all I can think of is him. Zephyr, what a noble name for a noble creature. Days have passed, I have dreamed of him on many nights, dreams that I cannot quite decypher myself. I have dreamed of a conversation with him, I have dreamed of my hands on his skin, I have dreamed of the sight of blood running down his neck under the sharp of my scalpel. Sleeping became impossible for me as I ended up studying the files relating the procedure - even though our collaboration implies complete transparency, I assure some elements have missing, birthing inside of me the obsession of performing my own experiments on him. Does he feel warmth. Does he feel pain. Does he have a God."

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A Hunter exterminates deviant creatures. That is what Kaeleena has been made into. In order to protect the church, in order to preserve what has been built and sacred for so many years. It is for the greater good : Libitina's words have been spoon fed to her since birth. It is a mission only a very few can handle, in secrecy. Grace must understand, musn't she? She is a guardian, after all. "I strongly believe Sister Cressida is walking down a path of perdition. I fear for her faith, I fear, when I hear the words on her lips, more erratic by the day, preaching a vision of this world that is not ours. If she happens to fully lose herself... what would you do, Gracie?" Such an innoncent question on her usual soothing lulling voice, carrying all this false care for Cressida. Kaeleena couldn't care less about the sinners, she considers them gone already - she does care about the answer to the question however.

     @dollypardonne liked for a short starter.

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ㅤkaeleena, and lullabies.

In the quiet depths of the Blue House, the laboratory behind the forest at the House of Misericorde, Kaeleena's sanctuary of secrets, her voice becomes is a whispering stream in the darkness. Each night, she sings lullabies to her projects. Her songs are made of ancient melodies, each note crafted to cradle them into slumber. Her lullabies begin softly, like the first light of dawn filtering through a forest, gentle and warm. The melodies flow with a mother’s touch, wrapping around her subjects, soothing their restless minds, and guiding them into the embrace of sleep. Her voice, silk, binds them to dreams, a promise of peace. As time passes, Kaeleena's lullabies evolve with a deeper purpose. She realizes that if she manages to make them sleep, perhaps she can make them do more. The sweet, soft tones can carry hidden commands, subtle and insidious, designed to slip past conscious defenses and nestle in the subconscious. Her voice becomes a key, unlocking the doors of their minds, planting seeds with every soothing word. The hypnotic power of her songs grows, each lullaby can become a weapon. She sings with an intention that is both nurturing and calculating, a double-edged sword, offering comfort while laying the groundwork for control. Her subjects, unaware of the transformation, drift into dreams, their wills subtly entwined with hers. She envisions a future where her voice can trigger actions, thoughts, and desires, a chorus of obedience. She isn't there yet but will be. Symphonies of power, the prelude to a new world where her voice reigns supreme, a sinister rhythm.

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               @murderugh sent :

Achilles, a child of only twelve, stands at the doorway to the Swans quarters. A shadow, capable of making his way through the halls of the house as though he'd grown up here, of going by so unnoticed that it was almost natural to belong. Through his blurred vision, marred by a screwed up expression, and pain stricken features, he can just about make out a figure stood in the hall. There's long hair, a blurred facade -- is it mother? -- and what he can just about make out to be a cheshire grin ahead of him. “ This place is wrong, Gaya. I don't understand it but something is happening to . . . ” The back of a cotton sleeve arm rubs across his face, smearing the blood leaving his nose across his own cheek. But it's not Gaya who stands before him, it's the twin, with her permeating stare, and obsession with studying him. How could he have confused them? What was wrong with him? He's always known that she watches him. On many occasions he's noticed her studying his behaviour in contrast and comparison to the others, his reactions to the situations they are placed in throughout training and beyond - and he knows she's studying him even now. He knows he shouldn't have said a single thing, but Achilles doesn't feel fear. Achilles doesn't recognise any emotion of his own. He blinks, expression once again blank, all traces of pain hidden behind cold eyes. It's almost Schrodingeresque, he both knows they've done something to him, but he also can't know, and so he doesn't. “ ... shouldn't you be out with Headmistress Libitina? ” ( A treat for Kaeleena, aka the one (and only) time Minwoo had a strange breakdown as a child - prime Kaeleena diary material. )

Kaeleena tilts her head slightly, the movement slow and deliberate, as if she is savoring the encounter. Her eyes, a contrast to Achilles' lost gaze : a mix of curiosity and something deeper and unsettling. “Achilles,” she begins, her voice a silk whisper that cuts through the air. Her smile widens, but it doesn't reach her cold eyes. “Headmistress Libitina and I have different priorities today. Buy my oh my. My sweet... Are you feeling quite alright?” Kaeleena’s gaze is indeed studying every flicker of his expression, every subtle shift in his demeanor. The words he spoke are disturbing to her : this is a first for him. Where is it coming from, a memory? A feeling? Perhaps a trigger then, what was it? This is such a treat that the white swan is willing to ignore the insult of Gaya being the one he was actually calling for. She reaches out, taking a step to meet him, bending, her eyes softening. "Let us get you cleaned up, yes?" She gently offers, her hand warm and steady, guiding him down the hall. Her smile is kind, motherly even, as she leads him toward the nursery. Inside the nursery, Kaeleena moves with ease, where she helps Achilles to lie down on one of the bed, her movements smooth and reassuring. “You can relax.” she instructs. Then, she gathers a cloth, dampening it with warm water, then dabbing at the blood on his face. As she works, she hums the soothing tune of a lullaby she has written herself, her eyes never leaving his features. The act of care is actually genuine, her attention focused entirely on his well-being. Mother Libitina has told Kaeleena no less than a year ago that she wanted her as her successor - Libitina warmed the young swan : the road will be long until she is fully ready. A Mother Supreme cares for her swans and crows, a Mother Supreme tends to them, a Mother Supreme heals them. And well, Libitina knew Kaeleena inspired more fear than reassurance, Kaeleena knew she had to work on that for, in 10 years from now, become the perfect Headmistress Kaeleena. “You’ve had a long day, haven’t you, my dear?” Kaeleena’s voice is tender, brimming with empathy. She lets the silence fills the space, she lets him slow and calm down. “Being a Crow of Delivrance is an honor, as is being a Swan of Misericorde. Yet both roles are demanding, carrying the weight of our legacy, us, the chosen ones. The responsability is heavy, I know... I understand.” Her fingers brush his hair back from his forehead, as it got in the way. “But you must know, this house is your sanctuary, the place that will always welcome you, even when the prophecy of a new world comes to pass,” she continues, her tone probing yet casual. “I often found myself wondering : am I truly worthy? Worthy of being chosen, of being saved by the Church of Misericorde, rather than being left to the disastrous fate I should have suffered if nobody came for me? Me and Gaya, both. We have both been left to die in the cold by the Biological Monster who gave birth to us.. " A silence again. Her eyes following the cloth she washes in the water now. " When I was younger, all these questions lingered, casting a shadow of doubt, making me feel out of place, undeserving. It ended up making me feel bad, and lost. I had faith though, and trust, in Headmaster, in Mother, in my sisters... I had faith in the meadows, in the sun that rises above my head, in the food I have in my plate every day. That faith made me understand that yes, I am exactly where I am supposed to be, in my home, with my family." Kaeleena’s movements are gentle as she finishes cleaning his face, her expression contemplative. " A nosebleed is typical of the summer season, it is a natural reaction to the air turning dry and you have been exposed a long time, probably thinking a lot, Little Sir. I believe we all grapple with existential questions. I have told you mine. What have been yours, Achilles? This place, why would it be wrong for you?" Her eyes search his, seeking any flicker of understanding. She maintains her caring facade, her smile warm and encouraging. “I’m here to help.”

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     — ꣼ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑛.

chapter. 06. A new era.

Kaeleena was born a few minutes after her twin, Gaya, the records say. Both grew up as orphans in the all girls orphanage The Swans of Misericorde, in Buckinghamshire in the United Kingdom. The orphanage, bathed in religious beliefs, aimed to raise and shape girls, considering them promising of a bright future, calling them gifted, chosen ones. Once they have completed their educations, they are sent to power families in order for the hidden faces behind the orphanage to establish a web accross the world. Each country, each powerful family has a Swan. Gaya was sent to Seoul Korea in the Kang family, posing as the daughter of the Minister of Justice and future member of the government. As for Kaeleena, she stayed, separated from her Gaya and the other swans. Kaeleena was different, silent, observent, gilfted of an intellect above her sisters. This one... Never let her go. Would say their Mother Supreme, Libitina.

After graduation, Kaeleena is sent to Oxford to pursue her education in medicine. Excelling, she becomes a neuro surgeon, neuro specialist, reknown and admired. Her lectures and conferences are fought over to simply have the chance to attend, a conversation with her is highly praised. Brilliant, one of the erudit of her generations as many of her researches on the human brain as been inspiring for the neurosciences communitee. Her smile, her eloquence, the softness of her voice however hides the loss of humanity as day by day she goes furthur, succesfully developping what she calls The Rebirth, for human to transcend itself. As Libitina chooses Kaeleena as her successor as Mother Supreme, Kaeleena's day has come, to use the House of Misericorde to do better and embrace her dreams of Rebirth.

The world is evolving with new pathways opening up. The convergence of the human brain and technology is on the rise, blurring the lines between human and machine. transhumanism/ Kaeleena sees this as an opportunity and prioritizes the alliance between the House of Misericorde and Transhumanist Laboratories, place where are modified and enhanced human cognition and bodily function, expanding abilities and capacities beyond current biological constraints.. Renowned for her expertise, she frequently contributes to designing brain maps and performing brain surgery in case of damage for what they create in these laboratories : groundbreaking weapons.