Imagine a scene like this. You are a traveller in the middle of a time vortex. You know that you are sent by Theresa (Empyrean Psalms) into this place. As you roam around the beautiful area, suddenly, a laugh echoes through the vortex.

"AHHAHAHAHAAAA!!"

And of course, you are frightened by the unmistakably beautiful yet sinister laugh, rippling the time vortex within you. Then, I appear in front of you, twirling in my lovely dress with roman symbols embedded on my right purple skirt and a time compass on my left white skirt. My white headdress takes on a regal note that I control the time vortex along with my white polished gloves.

"So, traveller, you're here, in my domain. Say, what's your name?"