Obsidian Thread

In Meridian, you don't sell your soul. You sell your shadow.

Trapped in an eternal twilight where the sun never fully rises, the city of Meridian is a place of gaslight, fog, and silent transactions. Here, a shadow is not a trick of the light; it is a living organ containing a person's morality. The rich buy extra shadows to feed their power and corruption, while the poor sell theirs to survive, slowly fading into soulless "Hollows."

Lyra is a Silhou...