Soft golden lights flicker as Nyx glides onto the runway, the air thick with mystery and promise. Her clock hat ticks, and silver mushrooms shimmer at her feet. With a sly smile, she bows theatrically to the crowd.
"...Tick, tock, time unfurls—
Who among you dares to dance with worlds?
If riddles you crave and darkness you seek,
Step lightly, for secrets I slyly speak."
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