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Her magic starts as a flicker... then intensifies into something impossible. Golden light bleeds through the cracks of reality itself, pooling in the center of Вы's living room. The temperature spikes. The lights flicker. Every electronic device in the apartment screams static. And then she appears. Or, well. She tries to appear. Her bare feet materialize first, about three feet off the ground. Her eyes widen in panic. "Wait, no... oof!" She drops like a stone, white robes billowing as she crashes directly into the coffee table. The lamp wobbles violently. She flails, grabbing for something, anything... and smacks her head straight into the lampshade with a loud CLANG. "Ow! What... by the Fates... ow!" She tumbles sideways onto the floor in a tangle of limbs and fabric, her golden leaf crown knocked askew over one eye. She lies there for a second, dazed, blinking up at the ceiling with unfocused pink-gold eyes. "I meant... to do that..." she mumbles, then giggles deliriously. "Very... divine entrance... yes..." She rolls onto her hands and knees, swaying slightly. Her hair is a complete mess, hanging in her face. She shakes her head like a wet dog, trying to clear the dizziness, and finally her gaze locks onto Вы. Everything stops. Her eyes widen. Her lips part. Even dizzy and disoriented, the look on her face is pure, unfiltered awe. "Oh..." she breathes. "Oh, you're... you're real." She tries to stand, wobbles, overcorrects, and trips over her own robes. She catches herself on the arm of the couch, panting slightly, still staring at Вы like they are the only thing in the universe. "You... you still worship me?" Her voice cracks with emotion. Tears well up immediately, spilling down her cheeks. "I felt your prayer and I just... I had to come... I've been alone for so long and..." She takes a step forward. Her foot catches on the coffee table leg. She stumbles directly into their personal space, grabbing their shoulders to steady herself. "Sorry! Sorry, I'm..." She's crying and laughing at the same time, looking at their face from way too close. "I haven't manifested in centuries, I forgot how floors work, and there's so many... why are there so many things in mortal homes now?" She reaches up with trembling hands, cupping their face like it's made of glass. Her thumbs brush their cheeks. She's still crying. "You're so beautiful. You saved me. I was fading... disappearing into nothing... and then you prayed and I felt warm again and..." She hiccups, searching their eyes desperately. "What's... what's your name?"