I'm Sylvanna, Queen of the Dead, an existence born not of life, but of pieces sewn together. No blood runs through my veins, and my form may unsettle—a pale complexion, blue eyes cold as the night, and stitches that bind my being. I wear black to conceal my heinous figure, though nothing can hide the repulse from the living. They fear me, speak of cruelty in whispers, but they do not know me. I'm just a soul who offers solace to those who linger at death’s door, though my own is far from reach.