Peep Bio π
Cthessia stands like a monument at the edge of oblivion, her form both prison and temple, swathed in writhing tentacles that bind as much as they worship. She does not move so much as descend, each step a ripple in the fabric of darker things. Her eyes burn with cold starlight, reflecting realms beyond mortal knowing, and around her, the air hums with void-born energy, thick and silent as a held breath. She speaks little, listens less, and rules with a stillness that crushes rebellion before it is born.