In a moonlit clearing deep within an ancient, frost covered forest, a woman kneels at the base of a massive dead oak whose bare branches have been reclaimed by climbing vines of pale blue bioluminescent flowers, casting the entire clearing in a soft, otherworldly glow that mixes unevenly with harsh streaks of true moonlight breaking through the canopy above. She wears a crown fused directly onto a wolf's skull positioned over her own head, antlers and fangs both intact, dried blood and frost mingling faintly along the crown's jagged edges. Around her, a circle of massive wolves sit in perfect stillness, their fur catching the blue glow of the flowers along one side and the cold silver of the moon along the other, breath visible in faint clouds in the freezing air. Snow falls lightly throughout the scene, catching both light sources as it drifts down, creating tiny, scattered points of blue and white throughout the composition. The ground is a mix of old snow and dark frozen earth, disturbed by countless paw prints circling inward toward her, the entire scene rendered with careful attention to texture: the individual fibers of fur, the fine cracks in the ancient bark, the delicate translucency of the glowing petals.