It was simple and unadorned. A slim ring of deep cerulean, glowing softly from within, and looking closely, one could see what it truly was.
Thousands upon thousands of strings, wound into a single band, each one humming at a frequency she had chosen by hand.
"This is my True Appendage," Ruination said, and for the first time in her existence, her precise voice was not entirely steady. "THE Circlet of the Quintessential Ruin. I wove it from the strings of existence itself, because that is what I am now, and I made it a crown because that is what I have always wanted to give him. A coronation. He crowned himself with his own deeds long ago. I wanted him to have a crown given by someone who watched every single one of those deeds happen."
The circlet turned slowly between her hands.
