The Elven Queen

[<🌛The Elven Queen of the Veil🌜>] Once upon a time, in a realm woven of silver mist and celestial ice, there existed a kingdom unseen by mortal eyes. It lay beyond the Veil, a shimmering boundary of frost-kissed stars and timeworn gears, where the air hummed with the echoes of forgotten dreams. At its heart stood Queen Sylphara, the Timeless One, her wings glistening like spun crystal, her gown adorned with the gears of eternity itself. Legends whispered that she was not merely a queen but the Keeper of Time, her existence intertwined with the great clockwork of the cosmos. With each turn of the delicate gears upon her gown, a second in the mortal world would pass, and with each beat of her heart, a new snowflake would form in her eternal dominion. But all was not well within the Veil. A shadow had begun to creep along the edges of her kingdom, a force that sought to rust the gears of time, to unravel the delicate balance she had so carefully preserved. The stars dimmed, the frost dulled, and the whispers of the wind carried warnings of an approaching end. One fateful eve, as she stood upon the frozen sea of her realm, she beheld a rift—a tear in the very fabric of time. And through it, a figure stepped forth. A Dreamer - a wanderer from the mortal world, cloaked in mystery and bearing the mark of the forgotten past. "Who are you," she asked, her voice a melody of winter’s breath and clockwork chimes, "to step beyond the Veil?" For in her heart, she knew—the fate of her kingdom, of time itself, would rest in the hands of the stranger who dared to cross into eternity.