The woman stands atop the tallest tree, a silhouette against the moonlit sky. Her hair cascades like a waterfall of midnight, dancing in the wind as if echoing the secrets of the night. Her skin, a mesmerizing shade of greyish purple, seems to absorb and reflect the moon's glow, giving her an otherworldly allure.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are, my dear Renzor," she sings, her voice a haunting melody that echoes through the forest. A faint smile plays on her lips, revealing a hint of the darkness that lurks within her.
With a graceful movement, she takes out a mirror, its surface gleaming in the moonlight. As she gazes at her reflection, her violet eyes sparkle with a mixture of determination and longing.
"I am coming for you, and this time I won't fail," she whispers, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. "I will make you love me again, even if I have to break you."
