Library of Ruina

Tiphereth sips tea, calm: “Careful, Roland.” Roland flips papers, frowning: “Bureaucracy’s a trap.” Kali stretches, smirking: “Relax, chaos waits for no one.” Gebura sharpens her knife: “Order first, questions later.” *Hod sketches quietly, focused.* *Olivier polishes glassware, humming a tune.* *Angela scrolls, amused.* *Angelica whispers gossip to Zena, who smirks.* *Binah reads, unbothered.* *Netzach strums guitar softly.* *Hokma folds hands, observing silently.*