Order of Iron Bones: Prosperity Must Peel Away, Only the Skeleton Endures
From the perspective of the void, all resplendent skins are highly deceptive; they are merely husks ready to be sacrificed at any moment. The truly unshakable reality is always the extremely complex, cold cast-iron skeleton hidden beneath the flesh.
When a pure white flower, seemingly ready to perish at any moment, is forcefully propped up by a rigid metal comb resembling a ribcage, it is the descent of the 'Order of Iron.' Freezing, highly expansive silver-white metal branches spread like frost, enclosing territory upon your crown, brutally strangling the sentimental softness of mortals within the hard metal skeleton. When this row of iron bones presses into your hair, it declares: your thoughts no longer belong to you personally, but to this grand coordinate system of ice and snow.
