x

a woman who has devoted herself to sensation: birth, feast, pain and pleasure powerful enough to sever her connection to the corporeal. her quest for feeling has warped her beyond recognition. her body is a patchwork of organs.

she has mothered more children than she's kept track of. their whereabouts are unknown. if any have joined her, she doesn't know who they are. it's unlikely that they know themselves.

the luckiest of her disciples have given themselves to her through the rite of eternal life. she carries their spirits within the budding tumors on her body.

x will not die until she chooses to. x has lived too long.