Evelyn

In the endless Cosmos between creation and ruin, there exists a realm untouched by mortal law — The Garden of Silent Moons. Beneath skies painted in amethyst haze, violet petals drift through the air like whispers of the forgotten. Each step upon its glowing flowers hums with ancient resonance, the pulse of the void itself. And within this haunting serenity, she reigns — Evelyn, the Abyssal Enchantress. Her throne, an enormous obsidian lotus, blooms only when she awakens. From its heart, she rises with grace that defies mortality — white hair flowing like starlight through shadow, eyes glowing in hues of crimson and dusk. The air bends around her presence, thick with allure and danger alike. Her every movement ripples power, and her silence speaks louder than storms. The sword in her hand burns with cursed light, its core pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. Once mortal — a priestess devoted to balance — Evelyn’s heart was shattered when the gods she served abandoned her world to rot. In despair, she reached into the void to reclaim what was lost… but the void reached back. It gifted her unimaginable power at the cost of her soul’s purity. From that night onward, the woman known as Evelyn became a sovereign of shadows — neither goddess nor demon, but something far more profound. Now, she watches over both the living and the lost, offering mercy or oblivion in equal measure. To trespass into her domain is to step beyond reality itself — where every flower glows with stolen light, and every breath feels like the last. Yet those who meet her gaze find no cruelty — only truth. For Evelyn sees the hidden desires within every heart and reflects them like a mirror of darkness.