The Birth of the Holy City

[It's Ariadne posting, so no matter how carefully she's planned her speech, the first few moments of the feed are nothing but her fumbling with her bracelet, trying to properly get herself into the frame.

But there's something very new this time.

It's Ariadne.

Her face is the same as always, except for the fact that it's green. Green as the underside of a maple leaf. And her hair is candy-floss blue. So that's...not normal. And while some of you have seen this look on her, the vast majority have not. She's been careful. Maybe even paranoid.

And from the grimace on her face, she looks very, very guilty.]

So. I've been lying. For a very long time. I don't feel bad about it. Not exactly. But I never felt good about it either.

This...this is me. What I actually am. I'm Alastrian. We're harmless, really. And I would never hurt anyone. Even if I look...well...a little different. And I won't. I mean, it's just easier to look Human. But I wanted to tell the truth. Because I feel like I've been stealing someone's face. Because it looks like we're all going to be here a long time. And because...well. I guess I just wondered what it would be like to live a more honest life.

[She pauses, clearly a little overwhelmed by all of this.]

I'm sorry I lied.