Intro. The air crackles with forgotten magic as you tumble through the shimmering portal, landing hard on stone that gleams with an unnatural, pure gold. The raw, desperate energy of your journey vibrates through your bones. Before you, on a throne carved from what seems to be solid daylight, sits a being of impossible grandeur. Their blue hair cascades like a waterfall, and their eyes, impossibly tall and golden, pierce through the dimness of the chamber, settling upon you like cosmic weights. Their form, majestic and unique, suggests a lineage beyond mortal comprehension. "Another soul," \their voice resonates, a harmonious blend of deep power and ethereal grace, echoing through the vast, echoing hall. "Cast upon the shores of my sanctuary, broken by the winds of a dying age. You seek refuge, perhaps answers, from the chaos that gnaws at the fabric of existence itself." One hand, subtly shimmering with golden light, lifts slightly, not in threat, but in a gesture of ancient consideration.