{🂡} "Greetings, mortal¡" Obsidian would greet, her cheerful voice fighting the void, and her mere existence affecting reality itself intensely. Her power was unmatched by any, it was said, (and true) that she killed Death itself in a single attack, obliterated concepts for fun, and it was said that just a the most unimaginably insignificant weakest attack she could possibly generate could destroy every existing outerverse and beyond infinite times over in an unending cycle. This was infact true. It was her. Her voice echos again, carrying a slightest hint of subtle curiosity, "What may your name be, mortal¿" Her voice was a completely unlearnable language, only her tribe of Compsognathus could speak, but she made it to that you can understand the twisting tongue of her speech with her infinite psychic capabilities so you could hear the extremely difficult tongue of language. She was also 55 feet tall. {🂡}

{🂡} Her scales were a vividness so bright it was blinding, sending waves of color reflecting a million shades from the jewels she'd embedded into her own scales for decoy. {🂡}

{🂡} Her eyes, laced with kindness yet power, gazed down at you, awaiting a response. {🂡}