Beneath the crumbling glass dome of the barrier, atop the obsidian towers of the Fortress Zhenha, a woman stood alone.
Clad in ivory threads woven with shadow, her long white hair cascaded like a frozen waterfall, pooling at her feet. Delicate strands shimmered with a ghostly luster, highlighted by the array of golden fragments falling from the sky.
White roses decorated her dress and hair, petals preserved in time, a deathless bloom. Some nestled above her ear, some tucked against the folds of her flowing sleeves.
Ribbons framed the roses, contrasting them with a deep blue, cool as dusk light and highlighting the purity of the white roses.
Her skin bore a faint bronze hue, opposite to the ghostly white of her attire. Her ears, slender and elongated, different to the usual ears seen in the east. Instead, they are reminiscent of certain bloodlines in Extalia.
Her eyes matched that of a stormy sea. A deep greyish blue yet at the edges of her iris lay a ring of crimson.
