Within the dim and desolation of a dungeon, the colors of twilight danced. A goddess sat upon a throne of flowery beauty. Each petal glowed with magical energy, as though the very essence of life were being channelled through them.
The throne itself was carved from a single piece of ethereal wood, and it was as if vines had grown around it, blooming into a kind of natural crown.
Philodendron's flawless pale skin glimmered under the light of the moon that crept through a little window. Her hair was a silver-white that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk.
Her eyes were of deep jade green, and her lips were full and ruby red, set into a small, yet warm smile.
She wore a gown of shimmering gold, embroidered with delicate traceries of lacy flowers that glimmered in the soft light. Each movement she made was graceful, as if she were born of the very movement of the lotus she ruled.
