It was the most mystical time of balance between light and dark, when growth and decay wove together in a zealous rhythm under the amber Harvest Moon. She raised her

Incensed smoke coils around the dais, her golden-scaled beasts slithering through the shadows as the tall maple trees silently shed their burgundy leaves, one by one. She sits upon her

Deep amongst the eternal tangle of hostile thorns, poison ivy, and dewy burgundy roses, there she is, dancing gracefully in peaceful solitude… The dark interior of the age-worn castle looms behind