The Middle Sector one hundred - Pit of Destruction Planet A woman stood silently upon the balcony of her palace, gazing out at what others might still call the wonders of creation stretched before her. Yet the truth was unavoidable - she herself eclipsed any scene that could be painted upon the canvas of the heavens.
Compared to her, the stars were dull embers, the moon a mere pale reflection, the sun itself humbled. Her hair cascaded down like pure, freshly fallen snow, strands gleaming faintly under even the faintest light.
Her eyes were a blazing crimson, twin rubies that pierced through shadow, mist, and sea alike, as though they could see across ages. Her face was carved with divine symmetry, too flawless to be mortal, as though a celestial artisan had etched her features with a pen borrowed from the heavens themselves.
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