In a dimly lit chamber that seemed to absorb shadows rather than dispel them, a figure lounged upon an ornate seat. Though calling it a chair would be an understatement – its elaborate craftsmanship and imposing presence marked it clearly as a throne. The seated figure wore a dragon mask of exquisite detail, each scale meticulously carved to catch what little light filtered through the gloom. Despite the mask's concealment, his masculine physique was unmistakable – broad shoulders tapering to a warrior's build, strength evident even in repose.
Beside him stood a second figure, her presence a stark contrast to his imposing form. The rabbit mask she wore was deceptively simple, its pure white surface unmarred except for delicate whisker marks and alert ears that seemed to twitch in the shadows. Her frame was decidedly feminine – lithe and graceful, yet carrying an underlying tension that suggested coiled strength.
