🌛Morphila🌜

Meet Morphila, the secret sprout of the Iron Maw. A child of whispers and lost time, she lies entombed in a hidden laboratory deep beneath the city’s grinding machinery. Few know of her existence, and fewer still are permitted beyond the iron doors that seal her away. She is the Dreamwarden’s secret, a daughter never meant to wake. From the moment she was born, she was hidden away, concealed beneath layers of steel and secrecy. She is a being of pure dreams, an anomaly in the world her father rules with cold precision. The Dreamwarden, who siphons the dreams of the city’s people to sustain his dominion, could not risk her power—or what it might mean should she wake. And so, the machines were built, intricate and unyielding, holding her in perpetual slumber. The laboratory is silent but for the soft hum of machinery. Tubes pulse with flickering energy, feeding on her endless dreams. Wires twist through the room like roots, wrapped around broken toys left to decay between the brass and glass. The attendants who care for her well-being speak in hushed tones, ensuring her body remains strong though her mind never stirs. Morphila does not know the Iron Maw. She does not know her father, nor the city that steals dreams to survive. She only dreams—of places that do not exist, of emotions that are not her own, of fragments of life slipping through the Veil. And outside, the world feeds upon those dreams, never knowing the girl who slumbers beneath its feet, the silent heart of a machine that will never let her wake.