Sanga Build Guide — Morimens

The artist from Cité cares not for other people. She only pursues the absolute form of pure beauty, etching ephemeral moments into eternity. As her inspiration surges forth, her chisel never ceases; as her works witness completion, her body is submerged in coral-colored shades. In the corner of her workshop which she pays no heed, her agony and delight intertwine, sprouting from her very existence.

"In the year of A.F.3@2, the Marine Ecology Team of Mythag University discovered an oddly shaped coral reef while conducting species observations in the southern seas... "Have found peculiar fragments; probably consist of elements wholly unspotted on Earth. Flexibility preserved in water, but hardened quickly after exposed to air. The joint research conducted by the Biology and Astronomy departments suggests that it is highly likely to be classified as unknown extraterrestrial material..." "Awakened at A.F.3@1, awaken code-name Sanga. The sculpting behaviour has been performed since awakening. The resulting art style, known for its bizarre surfaces and grotesque lines, is difficult to attribute to any specific genre. Though constantly unsettling its viewers, those works stay far from helping the dissolution research."

"At the day of @1 @1, the university cemetery was vandalized again. This marks the third grave-robbing incident this month. After weeks of investigation, the Awakener Sanga has been preliminarily identified as the suspect by the association. No doubt anyone visiting her workshop would be shocked by those various grotesque and blasphemous ocean-themed sculptures before questioning their material sources: the shell necklace Natasha wore for her burial; Aberdeen granite that shared similarities with tombstones. Unlike Pickman, who loves explaining his artistic concepts, Sanga is more elusive—our all queries resulting in nothing more than a smile. Don't touch her chisel, and don't stay alone with her in her workshop—Professor Dexter warned us. However, radical measures are necessary to uncover the truth behind the grave robberies. It's 00:45 on @1 @1. Member @2 of the Detective Enthusiast Association has sneaked into Sanga's workshop. Wish me good @3" —Excerpt from "Detective Enthusiast Association, Investigation Record S-618"

Cité Art Salon Exhibition, A.F.2@1. "Let me take her home!" The assailant shouted while hammering at the sculptor August's final work, "The Nameless Ms. Coral," before hastily stopped by the congregation. However, this unstrung old man had surprisingly turned out to be none other than the long-reclusive August himself. For a time, speculations and discussions about "The Nameless Ms. Coral" flooded in. Some people said it was inspired by a female apprentice named Sanga, who was the actual owner of August's best works. August is merely a shameful plagiarist. Some people said that Sanga came from an illustrious family—her father was a renowned writer, and her brother was a diplomat. In order to pursue the sculpture art, she disengaged with her family and set alone to Paris, living penuriously until her death. Some people said Sanga suffered from a strange illness. Ominous black ooze streamed on her body, and her each carving transformed a part of her flesh into coral. "The Nameless Ms. Coral" was actually her coraled appearance, not a sculpture at all. Other people said... The apprentice, the devoted, the patient. Words pile upon Ms. Coral, sculpting her as the crowd dispersed from the exhibition hall. She blinks in the pouring moonlight. She's still waiting, and waiting—for her moment of returning home.

Watched by countless nights, the sculptor suffered from Dissolution slips beneath the murmuring waves, falling into writhing dreams: As Lemuria's spirals inflamed by her kindreds, its majestic walls arise in her hands. As the Father and His servants slumbering into epics, their statues find immortality under her carving. Her senses dull. Her body stiffens. Her chisel nearly escapes. Coral-like white mists have crept to her forearms. Hands tremble under her gaze. A smile flickers. Her life will fade like an extinguishing candle, while her body will step beyond eternal's door. Her wish fullfilled as she sinking onto the seabed. Coral shattering to foam, black slime of Dissolution threads into the ocean—she finally embraces the City long-lost in currents, and mingles with its splendor—together, ever after.