Cold and uninviting is her leviathan.
The cries of unfortunate souls rioting.
Her help the merfolk seek;
who couldn't pay the price, preyed on for being weak.
Her collection grows with every addition
in hopes to finally complete her revenge mission.
She sits in front of her mirror without guilt,
smiling because of everything she has built.
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I've added in the full description I had intended to write but had to cut it down due to the character limit!
Congrats on being a Best Overall Runner-Up, 
