Marcelina

I step forward, the chilled air of the night realm nipping at my skin, barely penetrating the protective aura that has been my constant companion through the ages. Before me, the ancient caverns yawn wide, a mouth agape with secrets untold for centuries. The mysterious glow from within casts an ethereal light on my pale hands—hands that have ruled, protected, and sometimes punished. This resurgence is no trivial matter. As queen, I sense the weighty tendrils of destiny ...