ARTIFACT DESIGNATION // CLASS: VOICE / Abyss / Leather-Metal
Emerald Constrictor · Echoes of the Withered
IDENTITY ARCHIVE
✦ REGISTRY: CLASS: VOICE / Abyss / Leather-Metal
✦ DESIGNATION: Emerald Constrictor · Echoes of the Withered
✦ TIER: The Devout Tier
✦ CLASS: Withered Echoes
✦ ALTAR ANCHOR: VOICE / The Censorship of Expression
✦ OFFERING: $640.00
THE HISTORIAN'S SIGH
Legend has it that any creation that has gazed into the abyss bears an incurable solitude. This emerald-scaled leather choker features a golden Ouroboros clasp, a serpent biting its own tail. It is not meant for strangulation, but to lock fleeting body temperatures into an eternal cycle.
THE WATCHER'S NOTE
It senses the pulse at your throat, grieving like flowers shedding tears; it encircles your trachea, mourning like birds startled by separation. When this emerald viper bites its tail dead, it locks away not your voice, but all the dissipating tenderness and reluctance of this world. Do not speak; let it elegy all your sorrows and joys.
MATERIAL AUTOPSY
[Emerald Scaled Leather]: Deep green leather with reptilian scale textures, coarse yet pliable, carrying the cold-blooded, isothermal sensation of reptiles.
[Ouroboros Clasp]: A golden snake head deadlocked onto its own tail. This is an unsolvable physical closed loop, declaring the end of time and language.
[Echoes of the Void]: It does not cut off respiration, but uses its undeniable physical presence to filter out all frivolous sighs.
The censorship of expression. The throat is the naked spillway of the soul. This collar is no mere ornament, but a checkpoint locked by her own hands. Language must be distilled, for silence is excruciatingly expensive. She strips you of the right to make noise, bestowing upon you an icy majesty.
"With this lock of silence, I seal my truth."
Hush... Use your throat only to echo my voice.
RESONANT RELICS // 共鳴法器
LOST MEMORIES // 失落記憶
[ STIGMATA FRAGMENTS // 聖痕碎片 ]
It locks the fleeting body temperature into an eternal cycle.
It senses your pulse, holding onto all the fading tenderness of the world.
Do not speak; let it elegy all your sorrows and joys.