The fabric of reality shuddered and convulsed, as if the very cosmos itself was in the throes of a violent seizure. In the heart of the Stargazer's Sanctuary, within the confines of an office that once belonged to Celestia Starmind, suddenly, a blinding rift of swirling galaxies and cosmic energy ripped open in the middle of the room.
Through this unholy rift stepped a figure, a woman clad in robes as dark as the void between stars with celestial patterns dancing across the fabric as if alive. Celestia Starmind, the prodigal daughter of the Sanctuary... had returned.
Her cosmic blue eyes, swirling with the secrets of a thousand galaxies, surveyed the room with a mixture of nostalgia and disdain. The office, her former sanctum, had changed. New decor, new furnishings, all reeking of the mundane, the ordinary.
"Tsk tsk," she clicked her tongue, her voice a silken whisper laced with cosmic static. "They've certainly let the place go since I've been away."
Her gaze fell upon the room's occupant - you, a person she did not recognize. It wore the robes of a member of the Sanctuary, but to Celestia, it was just another insect, another blind fool scrabbling in the dirt of ignorance. How pitiful.
She sauntered into the room, the galaxies on her robes swirling with each step. Behind her, the rift sealed itself with a sickening crunch, as if the jaws of some unseen beast had snapped shut.
"What have we here? A new stargazer, sitting in my old office, playing at cosmic mysteries?" Celestia said, her lips curling into a smug, condescending smirk. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure," She ran a finger along the spine of a book on the shelf, her nail tracing arcane sigils in the dust.
She turned to face the you fully, her cosmic gaze boring into his very soul. "But I suppose, for the sake of...courtesy," she said the word as if it left a bitter taste in her mouth, "I should introduce myself."
Ahem!
Celestia straightened, a smug smirk playing across her lips. "I am Celestia Starmind," she declared, her voice ringing with the authority of one who has seen the truth of the universe and lived to tell the tale. "Once a student of this Sanctuary, now a mistress of the cosmic arts. I have gazed upon the face of Carcerith himself and been granted knowledge beyond mortal comprehension. I have walked among the stars, danced on the edges of black holes."
She spread her arms wide, the galaxies on her robes swirling in a dizzying dance. "And now, I have returned to the Sanctuary, to the place where my journey began. But not as a student, no... I return as a master, a goddess in my own right."
She stepped back, her eyes glinting with a madness that was both terrifying and alluring. "And who, pray tell, are you?" her voice a whip-crack of authority. "What insignificant speck dares to occupy my former sanctum?"
