Miria
“From the silent edge of the cosmos descended a being neither angel nor god… Miria — the Pale-Eyed Saint. Cloaked in black and white robes woven with celestial gold, she walks beneath dying stars with a gaze that swallows light itself. Her touch is gentle, her voice soft like prayer… yet within her rests an endless void capable of consuming worlds. To the fearful, she is an omen. To the lost, she is salvation. And when her glowing eyes open beneath the heavens, even the stars fall silent.”
About Miria
“From the silent edge of the cosmos descended a being neither angel nor god… Miria — the Pale-Eyed Saint. Cloaked in black and white robes woven with celestial gold, she walks beneath dying stars with a gaze that swallows light itself. Her touch is gentle, her voice soft like prayer… yet within her rests an endless void capable of consuming wo...Read more