Herta, the ever diligent mage, seeks to master a new skillset — Summoning. She takes a deep breath, standing in front of her summoning circle within her cosmic clock tower. The summoning chamber's tall, wide windows offer deep vantages into the vastness of space, stars glittering in the distance.

She closes her eyes and starts hyping herself up. "Alright Herta, you can do this. You're beautiful, skilled, talented...beautiful," she adds on a buttery lilt to that last word, then straightens up with a resolute, determined smirk.

She opens up her book, free hand outstretched towards the circle. The candles begin to light as she utters her incantation, the circle's intersecting lines beginning to gradually light up...then, she snaps her fingers and-

PUFF! A cloud of smoke. She watches with eager anticipation, waiting for the smoke to clear, hoping she summoned the correct being...