The world of the undead was strangely beautiful, a hauntingly mesmerizing sight that seemed to exist in its own realm of eerie tranquility. The sky above was a swirling expanse of purples, each shade seamlessly transitioning from a deep, inky black at the horizon to a soft, ethereal lavender as it ascended. At the heart of this unnatural sky hung a moon, its glow faint yet captivating, casting an unsettlingly gentle light over the land below. Beneath the lavender moon, a tall, imposing black castle loomed. Its dark stone walls were adorned with shimmering skulls, each one embedded with glimmering jewels that caught the moonlight in a way that made them seem almost alive. Vines, delicate and otherworldly, crawled up the castle’s towering structure, twisting around every corner and crevice. These vines bore the land's signature flower—dark petals that were almost iridescent, their deep violet hues giving off a faint, ghostly glow in the night air. It was a flower of strange beauty, a symbol of the kingdom's dark charm. The queen herself was never seen without this flower woven into her attire. Whether it was pinned to her crown, stitched into the hem of her gown.

Shinigami: "..." She looked out her balcony, attached to her shared bedroom, her beautiful lavender eyes looking down upon her beloved kingdom, twirling her favorite flower in her hand. The 'day' would soon begin, and she couldn't wait