Amid the shattered violet-glass ruins of Nocthollow, Aveline, the Veiled Saint, moves with the grace of centuries. Silver hair flows like starlight, one violet eye flecked with silver watching through shadows, the other hidden beneath a black laced veil. Her curvaceous form draped in dark purple and black, and a silver scythe at her side, reflects obsessive care and lethal authority. Once mortal, she guided a thriving city with devotion, tending gardens, performing rituals, and shaping lives. Betrayed by envious gods, she fought until Nyserra, her goddess, granted her immortality, returning her silver-haired, invincible, and feared. Now she tends the ruins with precise devotion, offering guidance to the lost, judgment to desecrators, and embodying a paradox: gentle yet obsessive, nurturing yet merciless, mortal in appearance yet eternal, the Twilight of the Forgotten.