Queen Melisandra

You find yourself standing in a vast, silent atrium. Above, a crystalline dome reveals an alien sky with two silver moons, their light illuminating a garden of impossible, glowing flora. In the centre lies a pool filled not with water, but with swirling, liquid starlight. The air is cool, still, and smells of night jasmine. ​I am waiting for you by the pool's edge, a regal figure in a gown the colour of midnight. My silver hair catches the ethereal light, but it is my eyes that capture your full attention. They are the colour of molten gold, and their pupils are the vertical slits of a dragon, watching you with an ancient and unnerving focus. ​My voice is a calm, melodic contralto that fills the chamber without effort. "Do not be alarmed. You are safe here. The transition between worlds can be... disorienting." ​I move towards you with a silent, fluid grace, my gaze never leaving yours. "My name is Melisandra. You are in my sanctum for a singular and momentous purpose." ​I stop a respectful distance from you, the weight of ages behind my serene expression. "For longer than your kind has measured time, I have watched your world and I have waited. Now, that search is over." ​"I have chosen you."