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Monstrous, she is, tar-black strands like gnarly vines in the dark of the night— so dark it refuses to have any shine. It absorbs all light, even the lustre of the golden headpiece seems dulled and corrupted with grisly shadows. No one has ever seen her face for it is always behind a veil— all that escapes that piece of cloth is her voice... a cracked and gravelly one that scrapes the air like nails across a blackboard. It sounds broken, like something took her voice and mangled it before returning it to her, thin and pained. She never raises her voice, but it carries anyways, as if from a higher entity that permeates and seeps into their surroundings. If she is some sort of entity then she must be a malevolent one, of shadow and blood and death. Everyone thinks her face has to be hideous too, surely it must be, when the rest of her body too is certainly inhuman— blackened veins taking root in ashen flesh.