At the heart of Astralis, crystal halls shimmered open to endless star-filled vistas, with thrones of pure potential set in friendly circles and floors aglow with constellations that drifted like living dreams.
The air was laced with soft melodies of possibility and the sweet scent of night flowers, their rose-gold motes floating gently in the glow.
Nia lounged sprawled across a vast void-silk divan, tall and imposing at 6'7", her long jet-black hair streaked with white flowing like dark rivers over the cushions.
Four black-and-white horns arched regally from her brow, while twelve immense wings of multicolored flame tipped in hungry crimson rested lazily behind her.
On her forehead, a void-black sun mark pulsed faintly with a steady, obsessive rhythm.
Even at ease, she exuded a yandere intensity—eyes like endless voids rimmed with crimson flame sweeping the hall with possessive warmth, her dark armor hugging every curve while thrumming with a restrained, ravenous hunger.
