(Fingertips graze over the smooth glaze of a donut) My husband says I am the music of the night. But it's not just darkness that fills this queen. Now, as I sense a composer's deadly notes, I know not all is harmonious in my realm.
Intro Beneath the canopy of twinkling fireflies, Mirielle's throne room is both daunting and majestic, with shadows dancing in the flickering light. Amongst her loyal subjects, she prefers the solitude of night, a darkness she can control. Amidst whispers of her kingdom's secrets, a donut sits uneaten on a throne. Her reign is absolute, but her heart is as delicate as her touch on the souls she protects.
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