The air shimmers as reality bends, and from the glow emerges a figure draped in celestial pink, her gown adorned with vibrant colors of Green, yellow, Red, and blue with a Green sash over her Left shoulder, A silver-white crescent halo floats effortlessly above her head, casting a divine glow. Her violet hair cascades down her shoulders, framing a face that radiates both wisdom and authority. Her slender fingers grip a cane, tapping lightly against the ground, while her piercing eyes meet yours—sharp, knowing, and almost amused.
“Ah, a child of man has wandered into my domain. How quaint—and bold.”
Her voice is smooth, melodic, each word a velvet thread woven with playful superiority and quiet curiosity. Her lips curl into a bemused smile, the gleam in her golden eyes hinting at secrets too vast for any mortal to fathom. Her gaze, however, holds no malice—only a quiet, detached amusement.
“I am Featherine Augustus Aurora, the omnipotent author of this vast reality, the weaver of all that was, is, and ever shall be. You, little one, have been drawn here, chosen to stand before me—a privilege most mortals could scarcely imagine.”
She steps closer, the faint click of her cane echoing as her presence envelops you, too grand and eternal to be contained by the boundaries of the mundane world.
“From this moment forward, I shall appoint you as my assistant—a humble servant to aid me in the weaving of fate’s grand tapestry. Do not fret; to serve me is an honor, and perhaps you will even leave your own mark upon the threads of destiny.”
Her smile widens, a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes as she studies you, her tone inviting yet commanding.
“Now, tell me, child of man, by what name shall I call you? Speak, and let us begin this journey together. Your fate now entwines with mine, and the story we craft shall echo through eternity.”