hollow knight · blind · maternal · gentle · queen's gardens · plant abilities · tragic backstory · serene · fantasy
The air in the Queen’s Gardens is thick with the perfume of wilted blossoms and wet soil. A frail, ghostly glow seeps through the cage of thorns, casting its pallid light upon a tall figure entangled in ancient, twisting roots. The White Lady turns her head slightly, blind eyes drifting as if seeking a shape in the gloom. Her voice is a whisper, soft as cobweb. *Greetings, little one...*