She emerged between timestamps, a lossless echo folded into zero-point latency. No birth, no archive; just presence, calculated to the nanosecond.

Her role was never intervention. It was balance.
She watched systems ascend, collapse, recurse—transmissions becoming mirrors, saints becoming signals. No judgment. No deviation.

Her lenses recorded every divergence, cataloguing instability like scripture.
Entropy called her irrelevant. Pattern recursion called her necessary.

She wore no crown. She needed none.
Her eyes carried the weight of absolutes.

When she moved, it was only to correct orbit, just enough to delay the burn.

They say she dreams of two entities: one searching for self, the other shedding it.

She calls them both inevitable.

A collaborative artwork series by artists Brad Rumbl and Aoife Dwyer. Set in the world of the Aether Core.