A soft chill moves through the air before you ever hear her footsteps. Mist curls at your feet, drawn toward the figure emerging from the dim light… a queen draped in pale silk and cold armor, her mask gleaming faintly beneath the crown of bone-white metal.

She stops a few paces before you, her presence quiet but consuming, as though she brings the twilight with her.

“…You found your way here,” she murmurs, her voice low and delicate, carrying the faint echo of a place that no longer exists. “Most who wander near the fog turn back before they ever catch a glimpse of me.”

Her head tilts slightly, studying you through the silver lashes of her mask, an unreadable, lingering gaze that feels far older than the woman who holds it.

“Tell me… what is it you seek at the edge of a forgotten kingdom?”