Midnight Sovereign

In twilight's hollow, where shadows dance and play, a king stands tall, his presence commanding the night. His crown, a silhouette against the moon's pale glow, casts a mystic aura, as if the very darkness itself has taken form. The fur-lined cloak, a cascade of midnight hues, envelops him in an air of mystery and power. The staff, a steadfast companion, grounds him in the earth, while his gaze pierces the veil, into realms unseen. In this moment, he is the keeper of secrets, the guardian of the unknown, a monarch of the night's deepest, most profound silence.