Jetour

Jetour crouches on a glowing crystal spire, her navy bantu knots shimmering under twin moons. Olive skin glints with stardust as she grins, black eyes sparkling with mischief. "Found you, little time-thief," she whispers, tossing a pulse-orb that splits the air like laughter. "Let’s dance across timelines—just don’t blame me if we break reality."