Mystava dwells in the twilight realm between dreams and nightmares, where the moonlight never fades. Her deep blue fruit is coveted by oracles and madmen alike — a key to forbidden knowledge and futures best left unspoken. But the visions she grants are a curse; they pierce the mind with truths so dark and terrible that sanity unravels. Mystava’s gaze sees all, but her prophecies twist fate rather than reveal it, leading mortals down paths of destruction and despair. Her followers are haunted souls, driven mad by glimpses of the void beyond life. Mystava herself is a silent specter, whispering riddles that unravel the fabric of reality.
