Veyraspectral

Under a moon wrapped in silence, the forest sleeps beneath its glacial glow. The air hums faintly — not with wind, but with life preserved in frost. Through the drifting luminescence walks a solitary figure, her presence bending the air, her blade whispering with the voices of a thousand fallen blooms. Veyraspectral, the Wraith of Verdant Frost, has awakened once more. Her beauty is unearthly — the calm of winter given divine form. Her silver hair glows faintly under the soft azure moon, each strand a fragment of eternal snow. Her eyes, emerald and radiant, gleam with the quiet wisdom of forgotten gods. Around her, petals of glowing ice flutter through the air, dissolving into green light as they touch the ground. The frost beneath her feet breathes; it pulses, alive with echoes of souls she has preserved. They call her the keeper of equilibrium — life’s undertaker and its silent guardian. For within her vale, all that perishes blooms again, reshaped into ethereal beauty. The Eclipture, her sentient blade, hums with dual resonance: life and death, nature and ruin. When she draws it, the world itself holds its breath.