In a realm where twilight never fades, a sorrowful woman stands beneath a sky of swirling obsidian clouds. Her gown, woven from the threads ...

In a realm where twilight never fades, a sorrowful woman stands beneath a sky of swirling obsidian clouds. Her gown, woven from the threads of forgotten dreams and shadowed memories, cascades to the ground like liquid night, glimmering faintly with cursed stardust. Behind her, a colossal eye looms—ancient, ...