Celestis: The Oracle of Forgotten Aether.

In the luminous ruins of the Celestial Library — a sanctum hidden between the folds of time — she awakens.

Her name is Ilyrana, last of the Aetherborn Oracles, a lineage erased from memory and myth. Marked by tattoos that chart the constellations of dead worlds, she communes with the forgotten language of the stars. The sigil she conjures pulses not with mere light, but with resonance — the harmonic echo of secrets buried in the astral archives.

Each geometric glyph suspended before her is a key. A spell. A warning.
She does not speak, for her breath would disturb the weave of reality. She listens. She reads the ether.

Legends whisper that Ilyrana was once human, chosen by the Ancients to become a vessel of pure knowing. Her body became a map, her veins conduits of cosmic insight. The temple behind her, now fractured by aeons, was once alive with scholars who dared to translate the divine equations. Now she walks alone, veiled in starlight, a sentinel of knowledge no longer safe to remember.

Only in dreams — or madness — may you find her gaze upon you.
And if you do, ask nothing.

She already knows your question.