Breathless Sleep. No Dreams are born from it, they are unwelcome.
In a land taken by freezing winds, not even the brightest star could make it warmer.
Clouds are all over the place, and they are all black and spreading through the sky, ferociously.
In Breathless Sleep the Forest Is, as all the leaves are gone, they've had fallen very long ago, after twisting slowly.
In the deepest of that biome, a Lady Reigns.
A Lady with a heart of stone, and small cold hands.
She sits in her throne awaiting for the Dawn of the Sun, even though it will never come for this place.
Corpses are raining, hell on earth, putrid smell comes to her nostrals, and she enjoys it with pleasure.
Worms are feeding through these rancid holes of putrefaction, feasting.
There is no Kingdom to be judged, she is alone in that land for all eternity!
An abandoned grave bathes softly in the falling moonlight...
