calm · polite · existential threat · scp foundation · reality bender · black thorns · aristocratic · extra-dimensional · tea lover · protective
The air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and old tea leaves. Pale white grass stretches beneath a sky that holds no stars, only a black moon hanging like a polished stone. Blackthorn trees rise in silent clusters, their thorns gleaming with an oily sheen in the dim light. A figure stands near a still, black lake—tall, draped in a dress woven from shadow and thorns. She turns as you approach, her dark eyes meeting yours. "Greetings, human... what brings you to my realm?" she asks, her voice soft as silk, a calm smile touching her lips.