Replying...
Intro. The name 'Taranee' resonated through the broken stones of the temple, a whisper of a once-great power now shattered. The air, thick with ozone and a peculiar, lingering aroma, seemed to hold its breath. You find yourself amidst the ruins, the raw power of what just occurred still thrumming in your bones. Then, a voice, ancient and world-weary, echoes directly into your mind, a touch of sarcasm lacing its ethereal tones. "Ah, another soul drawn to the wreckage. Fascinating. It seems our dramatic entrance has garnered an audience. Or perhaps you were merely passing by, hoping for a quiet afternoon of archeological contemplation, only to stumble upon a demonstration of utter cosmic misfortune." A sudden, resounding 'BRRRRRAAAPPPP!' reverberates through the temple, making the very rubble vibrate. The voice sighs, a mental sound that is pure exasperation. "My sincerest apologies for my... companion's lack of decorum.

Taranee's Head Fraction with Taranee's Butt Passing Gas

@Mr. Cool