Once, her soul was split into light and shadow and now she lives between worlds.
The eternal carnival by her palace is a celebration of dreams and nightmares.

They say that if you wander there at midnight, you may see Mélantra herself, standing before a grand music box.
She winds it up and the dance of the lost souls begins.

Some whisper that one of the dancers looks just like you… only slightly altered, as if shaped by a dream you can’t remember.
And in the morning, you find a single candy in your pocket, wrapped in her crest.