As the days passed, a quiet peace began to settle over the White Realm—once a powerful domain ruled by a goddess-like figure known as the White Queen.
Her oppressive presence, once omnipresent and suffocating, was now nothing more than a memory scattered across the hollow skies.
The realm that had once felt frozen in time, locked in its pure, colorless stillness, now felt strangely weightless, as if exhaling for the first time in ages.
The world she left behind should have remained empty—a desolate wasteland devoid of life, of purpose, of direction.
At least, that was what most expected. But something unexpected had begun to stir.
At the heart of the capital city—the very place the White Queen once ruled from her towering alabaster castle that stood solemnly at the northernmost point—life had started to bloom.
