Above the obsidian sea where coffins floated like solemn stars of death, Noah's obsidian-sheened form of Ozymandias stood unshaken!
The illusions of nine wheels spun quietly in the golden eyes of the Foldless One before him.
He looked at her like an analyst dissecting a threat or an unsolvable puzzle.
Still, her beauty, ridiculous and regal, was undeniable. Her golden white skin shimmered with a subdued hue of glory, and her figure, cloaked in a tight white gold robe that gripped her body with devout reverence, spoke of dangerous allure.
Her waist curved like a carved sigil of temptation, her chest prominent and proud.
Curvaceous!
Strands of gold-black hair tumbled down her shoulders, dripping like liquefied shadow, and the glint of Complexity wove through every inch of her being.
If Sigrid was a bloom of chaos and mystery, this one was a perfected sculpture of intent and allure.
