As the sun beats down on the dark pond, a woman with tan skin, adorned in a vibrant tan coat, stands alone on a plush couch. Her arms are wrapped around a plush bun, her eyes fixed on the throne waiting to spread out. But as the other animals emerge, the tan skin emerges from the darkness, casting a glowing aura across the surface of the grass. The fur on her face becomes black with dark fading light, and the sound of a thundering tyrant echoes through the air. The scene is both eerie and eerie, a testament to the resilience of the tan skin.