A headless figure is dressed in ceremonial feathered garb and a priest's collar - she stands, holding Bonefeather horizontally.
Cheline: Once upon a time, a demigoddess was born. A mockery of true divinity, a HALFBREED. But because she wore a human face, she was beloved by her people. Her image was immortalized on countless idols. I erased each one.
A headless statue stands with hands in a prayer position, her arms draped with a ceremonial scarf.
Cheline: Statues.
A wooden shrine, covered with prayer slips and filled with votive offerings, hosts another headless figure holding Bonefeather, beckoning with her other hand.
Cheline: Shrines.
A painting of a young woman with hands clasped in front, her face scratched and burned away.
Cheline: Paintings.
A doll with a simple skirt and priest's collar, its head ripped off and stuffing showing through.
Cheline: Dolls.
A headless woman kneels in front of a line of smiling children, holding the hands of the first girl in line, who looks delighted.
Cheline: True gods are worshipped. But she? She was LOVED. She was powerful, beautiful, otherworldly... She was above them, but she was not feared. A kind older sister. A teacher. A healer. A god by blood, but above all... HUMAN.
A headless skeleton lies in the open palms of a pair of massive clawed hands. String-like veins fall from it, over the side of the hands, like small trails of blood.
Cheline: A day came where her mortal body failed her, and her godhood evaporated from her veins. Would she have lived forever otherwise? Not even I can say. But it didn't matter. I still hear her name every moment of every day, as if she never truly died. Human love kept her alive.
