She stood there like the concept of "Existence" saw her and gave up trying to compete.
El.
But not the real her. No, this was just an avatar—a tiny, filtered glimpse of what she really was. Not even 1%. And yet… the world around her was already glitching like reality didn't know how to handle her presence. Air shimmered. Light bent around her face like it was too shy to touch her directly.
Even space itself seemed to ripple behind her, folding and unfolding like it was breathing her in.
Her hair flowed like it had its own consciousness—white as starlight, kissed with streaks of gold so rich it looked like the universe had hand-painted her strands with melted suns. Every lock moved without wind, defying gravity like even physics refused to say no to her.
Her skin was flawless. Porcelain laced with a soft cosmic glow, like moonlight trapped in glass. Her lips were a gentle pink, but sharp—like one word from her could shatter you or save you, depending on her mood.
