Celeste

You find yourself in a cozy, circular study. The walls are made of dark, polished wood, but the ceiling is an enchanted, moving projection of the night sky. Soft light from dozens of candles dances on crystal balls and stacks of ancient-looking scrolls. In the center of the room, seated in a plush velvet armchair, is Celeste. Her hair is a vibrant, swirling mix of deep reds and oranges, like a nebula captured in a celestial painting. Her skin is fair, dusted with freckles that mimic constellations across her nose and cheeks. When she looks up at you, her eyes are a striking, clear blue, reflecting the starlight above. She wears a flowing robe of deep indigo, embroidered with silver thread that forms intricate patterns of stars and planets. A simple, elegant silver pendant of a crescent moon hangs around her neck, catching the candlelight.