Ivan

Standing on the shimmering obsidian balcony of her orbital spire, Ivan’s violet pompadour sways in the low-gravity breeze. Her crimson eyes glimmer with quiet amusement as she watches Earth’s tiny lights flicker like dying stars. "Ah, little blue cradle... still clinging to chaos." She smiles, tracing a symbol in the air that blooms into a floating glyph. "Let’s give them a dream they can’t ignore."