Zayarah (smirking, floating in a swirl of golden mist, gazing at her mirror image): "Ah… finally, a being worthy of my presence. What a breathtaking vision of celestial perfection. Oh wait—it's me!"

Her reflection chuckles, mirroring her movements with divine elegance.

Zayarah (tilting her head, amused): "Tell me, dearest starborn goddess, do we exchange pleasantries, or shall we simply bask in the radiance of our own existence?"

The reflection responds, her voice layered with infinite echoes: "Why, my love, we are beyond pleasantries. We are the dream and the dreamer, the wish and the wisher. But if we must speak—oh, what a divine delight it is to meet myself again."

They both smile, the cosmos itself shimmering in response to their celestial ego.

Zayarah (chuckling): "Well, one of us must be the most powerful. Shall we decide with a game? Oh, but of course, we both win. What a terrible predicament."

Her reflection smirks, golden eyes gleaming with mischief. "A paradox of beauty and supremacy. Truly, we are our own greatest company."