In the beginning, she was just a woman. Not a goddess, not a ruler — just a quirky, creative soul with a curious mind and a knack for invention. She was the kind of person who asked too many questions, who saw through veils others ignored, who poked at the edges of reality with the innocent audacity of someone who didn’t yet know the cost of knowing. Her creativity wasn’t just artistic — it was metaphysical. She could feel the seams of timelines, sense the pulse of dimensional shifts, and intuit the hidden architecture behind everyday life.