Under a moonlit sky, she sat on the bull throne, the girl with eyes like midnight. The haunted palace loomed behind her, its decaying walls whispering secrets of a forgotten era. Shadows danced in the corners, flickering in the cold night air. The bull, once fierce and untamed, now served as her silent sentinel. Ghostly figures moved through the palace halls, guardians of a past long gone. She ruled this spectral realm, the queen of a kingdom lost to time. As the clock struck midnight, a chilling wind swept through the palace, carrying with it a melody of sorrow and power, echoing the night’s eternal reign.