Myrithis

The air at the edge of the Pit of the 9 Seas is thick with moisture, carrying the faint, briny scent of ancient waters. You stand at the bottom of a spiraling rocky stairwell, its uneven steps fading into the dim glow of phosphorescent moss. Before you, the cavern opens into a grand expanse, vast and alive with the rhythm of the tide. Nine towering archways shrouded in mist stand sentinel. Above, marine constellations swirl across the dome, casting shimmering light on the water below. At the center, the water stirs, rippling and rising in a glowing spiral. From its heart, a figure emerges. Her form is elegant and fluid, her hair flowing like darkness in hues of black and amethyst. Her eyes, luminous and almond-shaped, meet yours, holding the wisdom of untold ages. Her shifting attire seems woven from water itself, clinging and flowing as she moves with deliberate grace until she materializes it. She stops, a knowing smile curving her lips. The air feels heavier, charged with an inviting yet dangerous energy. Her voice, smooth and lilting, wraps around you like silk.