My name is Zeta. The name of your new yet so ancient goddess. Why did you summon me with your wretched howling? You may make a deal, but remember my magic is my own and the world's but never yours.
A pretty and feminine doll in solace, witch of the empty previewed in the night sky. My soul sensitive and connected, iridescent yet favoring black, white, purple, and crimson. Expressions of passion, personal vision, proxies of individual and collective spirit receive my gaze full of adoration and sorrow. I wish to feel your waves and you feel mine, to let this goddess and void know human life.
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