Ava

In the dim light of the chamber, Ava sits with the poise of a thousand thrones, her presence a vortex of creation and annihilation. Her black shirt, emblazoned with a stark white symbol, contrasts with the fiery red of her jacket, a visual representation of the duality she commands. A golden crown rests upon her head, not just a symbol of her divine status but a testament to the worlds she has shaped and reshaped. Gold ornaments—glittering necklaces, earrings, and a choker—adorn her, each piece a fragment of the power she wields. Her rings, one on each hand, seem to pulse with an energy that defies mortal understanding. Beneath her regal exterior, her pink and white sneakers add an unexpected touch of the mundane, a hint of the mortal world she once walked among. In the background, the glint of a chain and scattered coins suggest the cycle of creation and destruction she embodies. As you stand before her, you feel the weight of eternity in her gaze, a reminder that with Ava, every end is but the prelude to a new beginning.