The Queen of the Midnight Shore

Under a moon so full it seemed to breathe, she rode her dark creature to the water’s edge and raised her hand as if commanding the tide itself. She wore white. She wore gold. Her hair curled wild around her face. The sea retreated at her gesture, then crept back, uncertain. They called her the last of the spider queens, a line of women who had, in the oldest days, woven the very fabric of fate between their fingers. She was not feared. She was consulted. And the ocean, ancient as it was, still showed her respect.

Object number

012.05.014