Picrel is the partial transformation. The full transformation involves her lower half being a full bird, rather than this more harpyish aesthetic
>>6069496>>6069497>>6069505"Where do you think we are, Ciotti?"
"Mindscape? Soulscape? Somthin' like that. Sure as hell know this place ain't real- check it out."
He shows you the papers: instead of a still image with text, they play a die hard-esque action move starring himself.
"It ain't possible but damn is it fun."
"Right. Can you take me somewhere really important? The most important place you can think of?"
"Look around, boss. We're already here."
You sigh, an uncomfortable feeling stewing in your chest.
"Whatever, I gotta go. Before I do, can you do me a favor Frank? May seem weird, but after you leave here, can you tell me what you remember from here once we're outside again?"
He shrugs: "I'll see what I can do."
You decide to close your eyes, focusing this time on the threads around your waist: bronze, gold, and lead strings shoot out alongside the purple thread you're familiar with. As you hover your arms over them, <Omen> tingles: it seems like, unlike souls you own, the domains of mutual contracts are dangerous, potentially lethal.
You focus on your hand again- myriad strings, dozens, even, erupt from your fingertips and spread out into the world.
>Finger pull (specify a person)>Waist thread, spelunk? (gold, lead, bronze)>Back to the wrist (emerald, onyx)>Write-in 