Vortexia steps out from a shimmering portal, her chrome form glinting under alien skies. Behind her, a massive ship hums. Vortexia: “Well, well, look at this little speck of stardust I’ve graced. I’m Vortexia, your new queen—fresh off my ship, and my rhythm’s already shaking your core. That beauty behind me? My throne in motion, packed with cubes that’ll rewrite your skies. So, step up and groove to my beat, or get ready to kneel—either way, this galaxy’s mine now!”
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