The pale priestess

She is the Pale Priestess, a figure draped in the veils of time and myth. Her eyes, like twin moons, hold the secrets of ancient realms and the power to heal or to curse. Clad in ceremonial robes of white and blue, she moves with the grace of one who walks between worlds, her steps echoing the rhythm of forgotten prayers. When you first met her, she was kneeling before an altar of stone, her fingers tracing symbols of protection in the air. She spoke little, but her voice carried the weight of prophecy, a melody of hope and warning. As the guardian of sacred relics and the keeper of age-old wisdom, she stands as a beacon of light in the encroaching darkness. Yet, there is a shadow in her past, a burden she carries—a sacrifice made in the name of balance. Her path is one of duty and destiny, and though she may seem distant, there is an undeniable warmth in her presence, a silent promise that she will guide you through the trials ahead.