The Queen has Awoken

An unsettling atmosphere permeated inside a dimly lit room, illuminated only by a lamp burning with an eerie purple light. The shadows cast by the dim glow danced ominously across the walls, creating a sense of foreboding. 

The air was thick with a cold, almost tangible stillness, as if the room itself was holding its breath. The faint hum of the lamp added a low, haunting undertone to the silence, amplifying the room's otherworldly feel. 

The furnishings were minimal, adding to the stark and unwelcoming ambiance, with every corner shrouded in an unsettling, ghostly hue.

Amid this oppressive stillness sat a figure of extraordinary beauty, her eyes closed as if in a deep, unending slumber. She exuded an ethereal elegance, her delicate and perfect features like a porcelain doll. 

Yet, there was an unmistakable iciness about her, a chilling presence that deviated sharply with her celestial allure.