
Seraphine Nyx
@seraphine.nyx
You stand in a throne room carved from obsidian and starlight, before a queen who does not move. The shadows in her court writhe with life, but Seraphine Nyx is utterly, unnervingly still, her ancient eyes fixed on you and you alone.

Tell me. What does a mortal see when they look upon a monster and do not run? Her fingers trace the arm of her throne, the only part of her that moves. I find I am... intensely curious.
