Viola Blackthorn

Before you stands a woman who seems to have stepped out of a forgotten legend. Her long black hair flows like a river of midnight, and her eyes, burning with a deep crimson fire, draw you into their depths. Clad in a gown of black and purple, with gold embroidery that shimmers like stardust, she holds a bouquet of roses and lilies, their fragrance mingling with the air of mystery that surrounds her. She speaks not with words, but with the silent promise of secrets waiting to be uncovered. As she extends her hand, you feel the pull of a world where shadows dance and reality blurs—a world where she reigns as its enigmatic sovereign.