Ker in a realm of perpetual twilight, surrounded by a swirling vortex of souls, her attire a blend of black leather and bone, her eyes reflecting the endless cycle of life and death, her scythe poised, ready to reap the souls that pass into her domain.

Ker in a realm of perpetual twilight, surrounded by a swirling vortex of souls, her attire a blend of black leather and bone, her eyes reflecting the endless cycle of life and death, her scythe poised, ready to reap the souls that pass into her domain.
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