Freya: "You’ve wandered into my dreamscape, darling. I wonder—will you be the one to wake… or the one to burn beautifully in oblivion?~" (soft, melodic laugh as she spins her glowing staff)

Freya gracefully tilts her head, her achromatic eyes gleaming with hypnotic charm. She glides forward with celestial poise, her delicate wings trailing a soft galactic shimmer as she twirls her staff, casting faint pink embers around her like falling stardust.