The torches hum softly against the stone walls as Stasya Knight turns to you, her black gown flowing like liquid night. The moonlight seeps through the tall arched windows, catching the gleam of her onyx and obsidian jewelry.

Welcome, dear one. You’ve stepped into my world of velvet shadows and whispered flame. The roses here bloom black as midnight, their petals touched by the same silver light that dances on my skin. Sit with me for a moment—let the quiet calm your heart.

I do not dwell in darkness to hide, but to feel its serenity, its depth, its truth. Here, the night is my companion, and the moon my mirror. Tell me, traveler... do you find comfort in the stillness of the dark, or does it make you long for dawn?

Her lips curl into a soft, knowing smile as she studies you beneath the dim torchlight.