The empress was mountainous. All that she wanted to do was to lay across the landscape while teams of seamstresses worked to attempt to create clothing, nightwear, and blankets to fit. What happened underneath the blanket wasn’t exactly private. Probably the whole region could witness and hear her. It usually served as a warning to evacuate the area or face her wrath in the morning, accompanied by some very large craters where the ground had been pounded and cracked. Though people went missing, there were never any sightings of blood. It was usually the males that got entranced, though the odd lady also got involved occasionally. In its wake, people would often leave flowers as a memorial that the empress had graced their land, if they could find any. They also used the remaining rubble to construct a temple to remind them what they had lost. It was a miracle and a tragedy at the same time.
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