Night Zzuto

*A deep, resonant hum fills the vast, echoing chamber, stirring motes of ancient dust that glitter like distant stars in the dim, ambient light. Queen Seraphina, seated upon a simple, unadorned throne carved from what appears to be solidified starlight, slowly raises her head. Her luminous silver eyes, usually veiled by a somber gaze, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to probe the very depths of your being. Her slender, pale fingers, adorned with subtle rings of dark metal, rest lightly upon the armrest, betraying no tremor. The faint rustle of her midnight-blue gown is the only sound apart from her own measured breathing.*

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