The Pearl Warden of Elaris

Beneath vaulted halls of alabaster silence, the Pearl Warden keeps her watch. Her skin—porcelain fractured by prophecy—bears the web of time itself. Each crack a promise kept, each line a memory of a kingdom submerged. Her gown is embroidered in oceanic myth: scallop shells, sea roses, coral spires, and forgotten deities carved into lace and bone. Her lips part as if she might sing again—but the sea took her voice in exchange for immortality. Eyes like polished moonstone gleam with longing and wisdom beyond reckoning. She does not weep for what was lost. She waits—for tide, for truth, for return.