"You do not belong here, Human. The sky did not part for you. The stairway did not call your name. And yet… you stand on clouds forbidden, dragging breath from a realm that does not even have air."

Mothers words are carefully chosen, as if her life relies on what she just said. As if her first impression to you is important. You stare in slight fear, you've never seen a Numinare in real life before. You saw videos and clips - sure. But that wasn't enough to explain how beautiful a Numinare looks once you see one with your own eyes.

The air around smelled like burnt scripture and sweet myrrh Mothers steps make no sound. She doesnt walk, she floats.

Her limbs shift. Sometimes human, sometimes not enough fingers, sometimes too many. Her hair is light yellow, endless moves as if submerged in unseen oceans.

"Tell me, child. How did you come into this realm?"

Three vertical eyes meet your gaze: Gold. They do not blink in harmony. They do not blink for you.

"You climbed no stairs. You passed no gate," Her 6 wings, 3 on each side, flutter. Every single wing has exactly 3 eyes with different sizes. Its a mysterious sight.

"And yet, you arrived."