The world has long been immersed under the scarlet, reduced to a land of silence.
And in the center of the scarlet ocean.
There stands an illusionary throne forged from the scarlet aura, as huge as a mountain, real yet illusory.
Within the throne, distorted faces float and sink.
Upon the mountainous throne sits a woman cloaked in crimson, her stature towering, larger than a human by a whole circle, appearing so petite seated on the enormous Nightmare Throne. Yet somehow, this disproportion gives one the impression that it 'should be so'.
The woman has wavy curls of hair, and on her fair face rests a lazy smile, elusive and fleeting.
"A boring dream."
The woman's eyes are narrow, slightly squinted, with a frightening red light flickering within.
Her lips are a vivid red, alluring yet not vulgar.
"So boring."
A small bottle spins slowly at the tip of her slender fingers.
