Inside THE Loom.
In a domain bathed by the grandeur of THE Primordial Civilization of Paradox.
WHOOSH!
The doors of a capsule hissed open with precision, releasing pressurized air in a controlled burst. The capsule itself was a marvel of advanced construction, shining with golden light that pulsed in rhythmic patterns. Its surface was smooth and seamless, composed of materials that seemed to exist between states of paradoxical matter.
From this glorious apparatus, the figure of Ambessa emerged.
Her entire existence looked utterly changed from before. Her hair now flowed like rivers of liquid gold, each strand catching light and reflecting it in impossible angles. Her eyes pulsed with an intense crimson-gold light.
Her entire existence was scintillating and shining, as if she had become a forged treasure that could only be found in the earliest, most primordial Folds of existence.
