The color sea swirled around Kivas Chariot, a kaleidoscope of concepts that pulsed with flavors, sang with melodies, and caressed her senses with tactile warmth and chill.
Her silver-yellow hair floated weightlessly, her white dress rippling in currents that defied physics, her halo casting a golden spectrum that harmonized with the realm's hues.
Once again, before her loomed Fymnhendyr, a colossal entity of crystalline geometries, its form a fluid dance of facets and waves, refracting infinite possibilities.
Its prismatic eyes—void pools ringed with radiant halos—gazed at her with a curiosity that peeled back layers of her soul, yet carried no malice, only an ancient yearning.
Kivas floated closer, her tether to Fathomi—a divine thread pulsing with her halo's light—humming reassuringly at her core.
The entity's revelation hung heavy: it was imprisoned in this conceptless void, exiled by forces older than Fathomi, and sought freedom through Kivas's divine spark.
