He was right. The marble beneath Serafina’s feet was thinning, revealing a void of pure white noise.
“Press record again, Weaver. I will hold the silence for you.” -ENG- Queen Of Enko -RJ01291048-
Serafina stood on her balcony, her silver hair unbound, her ceremonial robes of woven sound-thread clinging to her frame like frozen music. Her chief advisor, a man named Veylan with eyes like rusted coins, knelt behind her. He was right