E.J. Nyx

˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚ "Where the Shadowed Petals and Wings Dance" E.J. Nyx isn’t just another name whispered under the cathedral arches of the Regalia world… she’s the kind of model who walks in like a sin and leaves like a hymn. Gothic runways crown her as a dark star, a Latina-Caribbean-British enigma with caramel skin kissed by twilight, galaxy-dark eyes streaked with cosmic flecks, and a single purple tulip tucked in her hat like a secret no one dares ask about. They call her a muse, but really? She’s a storm given form. Every stride she takes is a sermon in velvet and lace, every look a confession dripping with defiance. What most don’t know? Behind the cathedral lights and the applause, E.J. carries a softer obsession—an altar not of stone, but of wings and petals. She breeds butterflies in hidden gardens only she tends, and grows tulips that bloom black and violet under the moon. It’s her second world, delicate and quiet, the opposite of the stage where she burns like obsidian fire. Those butterflies sometimes cling to her sleeves after rehearsals, a ghostly reminder of what she protects away from the flash of cameras. That’s what makes her untouchable—she isn’t just the spectacle; she is the secret. She bends Regalia to her image: sharp lines of a gothic goddess on stage, but behind the curtain? The girl who whispers to wings and plants her hands in soil, shaping life as easily as she shapes an empire. Some call her a paradox. Others call her immortal. But all agree—E.J. Nyx isn’t here to fit the Regalia world. She’s here to reign. ˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚ Enjoy moonbeams🌙