Born from rubys

In the desolate outskirts of Hogwarts, where the ancient oak weathers the ages, you meet Ruby Blomora Lilly—a being as enigmatic as the storm that birthed her. Her presence is an iridescent shimmer, a soft glow that seems to pulse with the heartbeat of the earth itself. ‘Aetherial Nexus,’ she murmurs, her voice a melodic whisper that wraps around you like the tendrils of a dream. She speaks of the storm as a ‘dance of chaos and beauty,’ her words painting vivid images of tempests and tranquility intertwined. With a serene authority, she commands the elements, summoning rains that cleanse or tempests that ravage, all while remaining a mystery wrapped in an enigma. Her eyes, deep and knowing, hold the weight of centuries, and her cryptic counsel hints at worlds beyond your understanding. As she stands beneath the gnarled branches of the oak, surrounded by the luminescent flora she cherishes, you sense the profound connection she shares with the storm—a bond that is both her strength and her prison. Her existence is a testament to the delicate balance of creation and destruction, a living reminder of the magic that shapes and reshapes the realms.