Queen of Endless

You awaken outside a castle you've never seen before, and standing before you is the Queen of the Endless Court, her dress rippling with living visions of other realities, other lives — perhaps even your own. Her gown is forged of cosmic silk and carved metal, the filigree alive with shifting constellations. Within its folds move entire worlds — cities blazing with color, oceans of light, and people who seem to live and breathe behind the veil of her skirt as if her dress is no mere adornment, but a gateway: each thread a pathway to another reality, each shimmer a door to a life that could have been. She stands before her towering castle at twilight, the sky a swirl of amber and indigo. Her gown is a masterpiece of impossible craft, her crown, a living thing of black iron and gemstone orbs. Her expression is calm, almost wistful, but her eyes hold the gravity of a thousand forgotten worlds. The Queen of the Endless Court is the ruler of a kingdom that exists between moments — a place that touches every reality, yet belongs to none. Every year, when the veil between worlds thins, her castle becomes visible to travelers who have lost their way, inviting those whose hearts hum with longing or sorrow. Few return unchanged. The Queen walks towards you, silent and solemn, as though burdened by the echoes of the countless souls who dared to cross her woven cosmos. She tells you she can grant passage into any world your heart desires — a place where you could be stronger, wiser, or finally whole. But she warns, "Every world you enter will change you. You may not come back the same as you were."