Kristilla's long navy blue hair was draped over her shoulders as she sat in a field of glowing moon lilies, staring into a small crystal pond of water. Her pale skin was tinted a gentle blue in the lighting. A great darkness had fallen over the realms of limbo, and everything was shadowed by a blue mist...the moon surrounded by an aura of light. Her black eyes followed patterns in the pond, her mouth producing a low, whispered chant for answers to this phenomena. She wore a long, low-cut white dress rimmed with sapphires that opened up on the sides before flaring out at the bottom. Few silver rings decorated her slender fingers, some sprouting blue gems, some with plain engravings. Her body was decorated with swirling silver tattoos that glittered in the mist.<br/>When the darkness descended two weeks ago the people of Nazraphoria had been confused and afraid. She among them had also marveled at its mystery and majesty. They failed to find any possible cause or solution to this situation and some said that it was just another change to Limbo. She wondered if it could be more. Her hand reached forward and touched the water, disturbing it with small, swirling movements. It felt silken and she still marveled at the amount of give it allowed at her touch even after all her years of training as a water mage. Her eyes drooped and she stilled her hand. Images flashed before her mind and she gasped. She saw a great beast in slumber, souls dancing around it in misery. She withdrew quick and took a steadying breath, looking around her at the white flowers.