Placeholder: Crowned in celestial iron and adorned with the relics of a realm long vanished, the Starborn Queen stands beneath a bleeding sky. Her gaze is distant—fixed not on the shattered spires that once answered her will, but on the stars that no longer speak her name. Crowned in celestial iron and adorned with the relics of a realm long vanished, the Starborn Queen stands beneath a bleeding sky. Her gaze is distant—fixed not on the shattered spires that once answered her will, but on the stars that no longer speak her name.

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Crowned in celestial iron and adorned with the relics of a realm long vanished, the Starborn Queen stands beneath a bleeding sky. Her gaze is distant—fixed not on the shattered spires that once answered her will, but on the stars that no longer speak her name.

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