Sylthara moves with a serene grace that seems almost unreal, like a breeze caught in time. Her alabaster skin gleams faintly under moonlight with an otherworldly sheen, as if dusted with frost. Her long, deep amethyst hair cascades in soft waves down her back, interwoven with tiny silver stars that twinkle subtly when she moves. Her almond-shaped eyes glow molten gold, warm yet piercing, framed by delicately arched brows and long, dark lashes. Her robe of flowing azure fabric is embroidered with silver thread in swirling celestial patterns. An unexpected quirk of her appearance is the faint, barely visible shimmer of shifting stars across the back of her skin—an unearthly pattern that appears only when she’s still or deep in thought.