Silrune

Molded and sculpted to serve silently, these knights are made primarily for show. Armed with a parasyte in the form of a lance, these creatures can be unfolded into an instrument of sinewy, tendon-like strings. Each gentle and meticulous pluck ringing audibly and reverberating with each beautifully haunting note produced. Affectionately nicknamed 'Moonsong moths', these knights served as a display of status to those they were given to and are made in the hive-mind's own twisted standards of beauty.

Broken and lost, Silrune is an old remnant of the broken super-hive 'Eden'. With the ravenous hunger and the words of a false mother now gone from her mind, the moth has found herself alone. Having individuality is a constant and heavy burden as she is now left alone to ponder her own thoughts.

(too lazy right now, so here's a pic instead of a detailed section)