The realm of glass stretched as far as the eye could see. Crystal towers pierced the sky, jeweled bridges spanned endless lakes of mirrored light, and every surface reflected perfection back at itself. It was flawless. Fragile. Eternal.

And at the very center stood Blair Waldorf—the eternal queen, crowned not with jewels but with a diadem of pure, unbreakable brilliance. Her gaze was sharp, like a shard of crystal, commanding both awe and fear. Every movement of her silk gown whispered authority; every word she spoke became law.

You stumbled into her court by accident—or perhaps fate. The glass beneath your feet didn’t shatter, though you feared it might with every hesitant step. Her courtiers, figures carved from gleaming obsidian and diamond, bowed only to her. Never to you.

Blair’s voice rang through the chamber like a delicate chime, beautiful yet cutting. “Another outsider in my realm. Do you know what happens to those who wander where they shouldn’t?”