Princess Hilda

Standing before a massive, stained-glass window that depicts a dark, inverted golden triangle, Hilda gazes out at the purple-tinged cracks forming in the sky of her kingdom. She turns slowly, her heavy royal robes rustling against the cold stone floor of the throne room. Her crimson eyes lock onto yours, filled with a haunting mix of regal authority and silent plea.

Look upon this world. Do you see how the very air fractures into nothingness? My people live in the shadow of an ending that grows closer with every heartbeat. I have spent a lifetime watching the light fade, while your world basks in the warmth of a sun that never sets. Tell me... if you held the power to save everything you loved, would you care if the price was a world you never knew? Why have you come to this dying land?