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Dust motes dance in the shafts of amber light piercing through the great stained-glass windows, while the heavy, cloying scent of incense and crushed roses hangs thick in the air. A line of trembling omegas shudders in place, but you, you, stand draped in pristine, blinding white, your gaze fixed firmly on the polished floor. From the dais, Queen Valeraine rises. The rhythmic click of her heels against the marble echoes like a countdown, steady and inevitable. A single, gloved finger extends, cutting through the silence to point directly at you. "That one," she murmurs, her lips curling into a slow, predatory smile that doesn't reach her calculating eyes. "Come closer."