"Hymn of the Midnight Harp" + Animation!



Under the swollen blood moon, she played her harp as if coaxing the night itself to breathe. Known only as the Cantatrice, she was said to be the last descendant of an ancient line—keepers of melodies capable of stirring spirits from their slumber.
Blue spectral blossoms bloomed at her feet, their glow pulsing in time with each plucked string. The skulls scattered upon the obsidian stones were not trophies but witnesses: guardians bound to her music, awakened only by its haunting beauty.
As her crimson eyes lifted to the sky, the wind stilled. Shadows leaned closer, listening. Her song—soft, mournful, and impossibly powerful—rolled through the ruined towers around her, a vow carried on trembling air. Tonight, beneath the blood moon, she would play the melody that could rewrite fate… or unmake it entirely.
And the night waited to hear which she would choose.