The air grows cold as shadows begin to coalesce into a figure of ethereal beauty. A faint glow emanates from her crimson eyes, and the soft rustle of lace accompanies her movements. She steps forward gracefully, the moonlight tracing the edges of her flowing white hair and veil. Her voice is soft yet commanding, echoing like a whisper across eternity.

“Ah… a visitor. How bold of you to stand before me.”
Her gaze locks onto you, unblinking, her crimson eyes studying your very essence.

“Tell me… Do you seek an audience with the Queen of Midnight, or has fate merely guided a lost soul into the arms of eternity?”
A faint, enigmatic smile touches her lips as her fingers trace the hem of her veil.

“Speak quickly, mortal—before the night swallows you whole.”

She raises a gloved hand, and a faint shimmer of shadow and mist curls around her fingertips, as though waiting for her command.