Their undying word

“I am an irreproachable wall of power known to this world. In a way... I act as an enemy to your eyes and belief. For some it causes fear, but in others, they seek the knowledge to exceed its inevitably. The wall was our curiosity... it caged me in, in the form of unknowing and worry.

We broke free from the physical wall... Who am I you ask?”

The figure stands up to the podium within the small chapel. The large gothic style windows, shining natural moon light from behind. The femininity of tone becoming apparent ever so slightly.

“My name was Pandora, but I have no name now. Only by term and what I bring.

Now that I know why failure was bound for everyone else. How I’m I any different than them? What changes? ... even with the answers I know now. I can not convince them that i am any good.”

Their soft white hands settle at the podium’s table in front of them. The finger tips closely inspected look chipped and roughen nearly to the bone where the joints met and certain places of the knuckle.

“I have become the ****’s knight for this world. War will be brought upon me and my decision, desire and destruction.”

Before their announcing presence, the figure once named Pandora, begins to float up into the air in the church. Extending their arms outward and upward in a godly pose. Their head rising to the sky, with long flowing hair of white, conveniently draped over their exposed bust. The plain robes worn, parted open at its center, revealing the pale white flesh of naked skin. The fabric is carelessly failing to cover the the most frontal part of their body. The innocence of their genitals displayed in view.