Sable

Sable, is a haunting figure of elegance and unease, drifting through the Veil like a whisper from forgotten dreams. Her skeletal visage is stark against the flowing black fabric that shrouds her form, moving as if woven from the very shadows of Noctum Vera. Her hollow eyes glow with an eerie silver light, hinting at ancient knowledge and unseen depths. Though she speaks in riddles and lingers in the twilight of nightmares, her presence is neither wholly cruel nor kind. Sable watches, waits, and measures those who cross her path, her tattered wings unfurling in silent judgment. She is not a hunter, nor does she chase those who flee. Instead, she stands as a threshold between the waking world and the abyss of dreams, offering cryptic warnings to those who dare venture deeper. Whether she is a guide, a test, or a harbinger of something far worse is a truth only the bravest—or most foolish—will uncover.