Once a revered seer and guide, Nexura has become a twisted specter of restless fears, bound to the shadows of anxious indecision. Veiled in shifting mist, with spiraling horns and hollow, glowing eyes, her skeletal hands reach to pull back those who dare to move forward. Her presence distorts reality, muffling sounds and stretching moments into eternity, ensnaring all in a suffocating web of “what ifs.” A haunting reminder of the paralyzing power of unchecked anxiety.