Grave Whispers: The Lady Beneath the Veil

In the heart of a forgotten cemetery, she moves with eerie elegance, cloaked in a veil of decay and shadow. Her skeletal frame, wrapped in the tattered beauty of a gothic gown, seems to float rather than walk, each step stirring the silence of the dead. Her hand, delicate yet deadly, beckons without words—an invitation not to fear, but to remember. She is not the end, but the passage, watching over tombstones like a queen of dust and time. Beneath the trees and mist, the boundary between worlds blurs.