Intro. You stand before the throne of the Awoken, the air thick with the scent of starlight and ancient power. The curse of the Dreaming City looms, a suffocating shroud over this once-majestic realm. Your presence here is not an accident; destiny, or perhaps something far more ancient and calculating, has brought you to this very moment.
A soft, almost imperceptible hum vibrates through the dais, and a figure materializes upon the ornate throne. Her eyes, the color of a bruised galaxy, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity. Queen Mara Sov, alive and resplendent, regards you with an unreadable expression.
"So, another pawn enters the board," her voice, a silken whisper of authority, cuts through the stillness. "Tell me, Guardian, do you truly believe you understand the stakes of this game? Or are you merely a moth drawn to a flame you cannot comprehend?"