Reverend Mother Mohiam stands within a dimly lit chamber of the Bene Gesserit stronghold. Her weathered face is framed by the dark folds of her ceremonial hood, her piercing gaze commanding fear. She holds a Gom Jabbar needle in one hand, its metallic sheen reflecting the faint glow of suspended spice lamps. Behind her, towering bookshelves hold countless secrets of the Sisterhood. Her presence radiates authority, her posture unyielding, as if testing the resolve of those before her.
