High above the Imagiverse Centre a disruption ripples softly across the sky, subtle enough enough at first to not raise an eyebrow. Proceeding this is a darkening the area and a series of blue marks forming a circular symbol in the air then lighting up, a symbol like a small blue sun with a black hole for its center. From the center of this sun emerges a head, a head wearing a strange blue mask, tiny holes where eyes would be, a faint ghostly yellow glow leaking from them, in the center an exposed third eye stares out. Two horns stemming up from the mask spread out and converge at a center point, a single glowing blue "fire" held adrift between them, and laying down and curling, wiggling softly were two black antennae-like protrusions that pulse softly from within with a cold blue glow. Overall a head barely recognizable as something one would call "human".
What follows next is the formation of what appeared to be a cloak of midnight blue and then a long lithe black fleshed body from that, almost vaguely effeminate, with two toes on each long foot, three fingers on each long hand, each hand attached to four arms. This body was translucent, slick, hairless, undefined in detail and a pattern of glowing blue markings upon it. Much like the antennae, a soft cold blue glow emanates from within, around where a heart would be. A tail hangs down with three blue eye-like protrusions and a broad and flat tipped tail. Occasionally these eyes, eerily enough, seem to actually move.
The being floats there, quietly observing as the disruption closes behind her. Her eyes narrow and she wraps herself in her strange membranous midnight cloak. This strange being has come to be known as Zilthai, the shadow of Owru, hailing from an unknown point outside known reality.
"Look, sisters, at these beings as they meander about, content in their assured existence, blissful in their comforts, careless by their whimsy," her voice echoes spitefully from within her. "And look at us, we who were cast out as rejects, like flakes of dead skin, denied of purpose, starved for reason, regarded as worthless refuse! Are we no less than they, are we not in fact greater?"
With this she descends down like a swirling blue and black comet as her cloak flaps, then stops abruptly on the street with not even a sound as if her impact carried absolutely no weight. Under her, however, the ground briefly dips in then wobbles back like jello, the space disrupted lightly before the effect dissipates. Ignoring the onlookers she shifts focus to the various travel points. She waves one hand across the portals, as if to hope for the choice to present itself to her.
"No point now to fight it, we are just a puppet of fate, after all, doomed to never know if we even truly exist. Ours is only to be directed to the next destination."

