Woody… is Coming for Me

A strikingly beautiful woman lay sprawled across a grand bed in an absurdly spacious chamber befitting an empress.

The room was a masterpiece of elegance and extravagance—tall, arched windows let the morning sunlight pour in, catching the shimmer of silver drapes.

The high ceiling was painted with otherworldly arts, and golden vine-like carvings adorned the ivory walls. Rich burgundy carpets softened the marble floor, and crystal chandeliers hovered overhead like frozen stars.

Beside the bed, curled up in deep slumber, rested a horse-sized creature—a majestic feline with sleek black fur streaked with gold.

The Empress's bed itself was a small world of comfort: mountainous pillows, velvet covers, and a collection of plush dolls, all styled to resemble a black wolf.

Some were tiny and round-faced, others large and near life-size.